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II.XXXVII. Lift up your Eyes to the heav'nly Seats

1 Lift up your Eyes to heav'nly 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 Off'rings 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' heav'nly Host.]

5 Jesus alone shall bear my Cries
Up to his Father's Throne;
He (dearest Lord) perfumes my Sighs,
And sweetens ev'ry Groan.

[6 Ten Thousand Praises to the King,
"Hosanna in the high'st;
Ten Thousand Thanks our Spirits bring
To God and to his Christ.]

Text Information
First Line: Lift up your Eyes to the heav'nly Seats
Language: English
Publication Date: 1766
Topic: Intercession of Christ; Shortness Frailty and Misery of Life; Worship accepted through Christ
Notes: Public Domain.
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