1 Lift up your eyes to th' heavenly seats Where your Redeemer stays; Kind intercessor, there he sits, And loves, and pleads, and prays.
2 'Twas well, my soul he dy'd for thee, And shed his vital blood, Appeas'd stern justice on the tree, And then arose to God.
3 Petitions now and praise may rise, And saints their offerings bring, The priest with his own sacrifice Presents them to the King.
4 [Let Papists trust what names they please, Their saints and angels boast; We've no such advocates as these, Nor pray to th' heavenly host.]
6 Jesus alone shall bear my cries Up to his Father's throne, He, dearest Lord! perfumes my sighs, And sweetens every groan.
6 [Ten thousand praises to the King, Hosanna in the highest; Ten thousand thanks our spirits bring To God and to his Christ.]