Great High Priest, We See Thee Stooping

Great High Priest

we see Thee stoop­ing

With our names up­on Thy breast

In the gar­den groan­ing

droop­ing

To the ground with sor­rows pressed.

Weeping an­gels stand con­found­ed

To be­hold their mak­er thus

And shall we remain un­wound­ed

When we know ’twas all for us?

On the cross Thy bo­dy brok­en

Cancels ev­ery pe­nal­ty;

Tempted souls pro­duce this to­ken

All de­mands to sa­tis­fy.

All is fin­ished; do not doubt it

But be­lieve your dy­ing Lord;

Never rea­son more ab­out it

Only take Him at His Word.

Come

be­hold your Sav­ior bleed­ing

Streams of mer­cy from Him flow

Whilst be­fore His Fa­ther plead­ing

For those men who wrought His woe.

Lo

He cried

Fa­ther

for­give them

Though they do My life pur­sue

I am will­ing to re­ceive them

For they know not what they do.

Come

Thou ev­er­last­ing Spir­it

Bring to ev­ery thank­ful mind

All the Sav­ior’s dy­ing mer­it

All His suf­fer­ing for man­kind.

True re­cord­er of His pas­sion

Now Thy liv­ing fire im­part

Now re­veal Thy great sal­va­tion

Preach His Gos­pel to our heart.

Lord

we fain would trust Thee sole­ly;

’Twas for us Thy blood was spilt;

Bruisèd Bride­groom

take us whol­ly

Take

and make us what Thou wilt.

Thou has borne the bit­ter sen­tence

Passed on man’s de­vot­ed race;

True be­lief

and true re­pent­ance

Are Thy gifts

Thou God of grace.