On Heavenly Heights

1 On heav’nly heights an Angel stands;
He takes our prayer in heav’nly hands,
And with celestial incense rare,
He mingles every heart-felt prayer
Of those who trust His precious blood
To reconcile their souls to God.

2 Then from that glorious, heav’nly place
Descend the lightnings of His grace;
To heal, to strengthen and provide,
For those who trust in Him who died.
“Who died,” I say?—Yea, He who rose
Triumphant, Conqu’ror of His foes.

3 Who is this priestly Angel bright,
Who thus dispels our darkest night?
’Tis He who set the captive free,
Jesus who died on Calv’ry’s tree;
Who is, who was, and is to come—
The glory of His Father’s Home!

Timeless Truths

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