1 Where high the heavenly temple stands,
the house of God not made with hands,
a great high priest our nature wears,
the guardian of our race appears.

2 He who for us as surety stood
and poured on earth his precious blood,
pursues in heaven his mighty will,
our saviour and our helper still.

3 Though now ascended up on high,
he sees us with a brother's eye;
he shares with us the human name
and knows the frailty of our frame.

4 Our fellow-sufferer yet retains
a fellow-feeling of our pains;
he still remembers in the skies
his tears, his agonies and cries.

5 With boldness therefore at his throne
let us make all our sorrows known:
to help us in the darkest hour,
we ask for Christ the saviour's power.

Jubilate Hymns version of 'Where high the heavenly temple stands', Michael Bruce (1746 - 1767)
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