Jesus, in His heav'nly temple

Jesus, in His heav'nly temple, Sits with God upon the throne; Now no more to be forsaken, His humiliation gone.

Never more shall God, Jehovah, Smite the Shepherd with the sword; Ne'er again shall cruel sinners Set at nought our glorious Lord.

Dwelling in eternal sunshine Of the countenance of God, Jesus fills all heav'n with incense Of His reconciling blood.

On His heart our names are graven; On His shoulders we are borne; Of our God beloved in Jesus We can love Him in return.