Christ’s Intercession

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

‘Twas well, my soul, he died for thee,
And shed his vital blood;
Appeased stern justice on the tree,
And then arose to God.

Petitions now, and praise may rise,
And saints their off’rings bring;
The Priest, with his own sacrifice,
Presents them to the King.

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.

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

Ten thousand praises to the King,
“Hosannah in the highest!”
Ten thousand thanks our spirits bring
To God and to his Christ.

Isaac Watts