Aaron, and the true Melchizedek

Verse 1

Jesus, in thee our eyes behold A thousand glories more Than the rich gems and polished gold The sons of Aaron wore.

Verse 2

They first their own burnt offerings brought To purge themselves from sin; Thy life was pure without a spot, And all thy nature clean.

Verse 3

Fresh blood, as constant as the day, Was on their altar spilt; But thy one offering takes away For ever all our guilt.

Verse 4

Their priesthood ran through several hands, For mortal was their race; Thy never-changing office stands Eternal as thy days.

Verse 5

Once in the circuit of a year, With blood (but not his own), Aaron within the veil appears, Before the golden throne.

Verse 6

But Christ, by his own powerful blood, Ascends above the skies, And, in the presence of our God, Shows his own sacrifice.

Verse 7

Jesus, the King of Glory, reigns On Zion’s heavenly hill; Looks like a lamb that has been slain, And wears his priesthood still.

Verse 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.