Text: | Christ and Aaron |
1 Jesus, in thee our eyes behold
A thousand glories more
Than the rich gems and polish'd gold
The sons of Aaron wore.
2 They first their own burnt off'rings brought
To purge themselves from sin;
Thy life was pure without a spot,
And all thy nature clean.
3 [Fresh blood, as constant as the day,
Was on their altar spilt;
But thy one off'ring takes away
For ever all our guilt.]
4 [Their priesthood ran thro' sev'ral hands,
For mortal was their race;
Thy never changing office stands
Eternal as thy days.]
5 [Once in the circuit of a year
With blood, but not his own,
Aaron within the veil appears,
Before the golden throne.]
6 [But Christ, by his own pow'rful blood,
Ascends above the skies,
And in the presence of our God
Shews his own sacrifice.]
7 Jesus, the King of Glory, reigns
On Sion’s heav'nly hill;
Looks like a lamb that has been slain,
And wears his priesthood still.
8 He ever lives to intercede
Before his Father’s face;
Give him, my soul thy cause to plead,
Nor doubt the Father’s grace.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Jesus, in thee our eyes behold |
Title: | Christ and Aaron |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1793 |
Scripture: | ; |
Notes: | Public Domain. |