Lift Up Your Eyes to Th' Heavenly Seats

Verse 1

Lift up your eyes to th’ heavenly seats
Where your Redeemer stays;
Kind intercessor, there he sits,
And loves, and pleads, and prays.

Verse 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.

Verse 3

Petitions now and praise may rise,
And saints their offerings bring,
The priest with his own sacrifice
Presents them to the King.

Verse 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.]

Verse 5

Jesus alone shall bear my cries
Up to his Father’s throne,
He, dearest Lord! perfumes my sighs,
And sweetens every groan.

Verse 6

[Ten thousand praises to the King,
Hosanna in the highest;
Ten thousand thanks our spirits bring
To God and to his Christ.]