Now let our cheerful eyes survey
Our great High Priest above;
And celebrate His constant care,
And sympathetic love.
Though raised to a superior throne,
Where angels bow around,
And high o’er all the shining train
With matchless honors crowned,
The names of all His saints He bears,
Deep graven on His heart;
Nor shall the meanest Christian say
That he hath lost his part.
Those characters shall fair abide
Our everlasting trust,
When gems, and monuments, and crowns
Are moldered down to dust.
So, gracious Savior, on my breastPhilip Doddridge
May Thy dear name be worn,
A sacred ornament and guard
To endless ages borne.
Copied from my grandmother’s hymnal, Hymn Book, Methodist Episcopal Church, South: Nashville, TN, 1901, Hymn #122.
Thus says the LORD that created you…, “Fear not: for I have redeemed you, I have called you by your name; you are Mine.Isaiah 43:1
Note: The hymns in this hymnal are not titled. So when I do not know the hymn, I make up a title or simply use the first line.
Photo taken in Milton, FL, 2021