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Jesus, in Thee our eyes behold
A thousand glories more,
Than the rich gems
and polished gold
The sons of Aaron wore.
They first their own
burnt offerings brought,
To purge themselves from sin;
Thy life was pure without a spot,
And all Thy nature clean.
Fresh blood as constant as the day
Was on their altar spilt;
But Thy one offering takes away
For ever all our guilt.
Their priesthood ran
through several hands,
For mortal was their race;
Thy never changing office stands
Eternal as Thy days.
Once in the circuit of a year,
With blood, but not his own,
Aaron within the veil appears
Before the golden throne:
But Christ, by His
own powerful blood,
Ascends above the skies,
And in the presence of our God
Shows His own sacrifice.
Jesus, the King of glory, reigns
On Zion�s heav�nly hill;
Looks like a lamb
that has been slain,
And wears His priesthood still.
He ever lives to intercede
Before His Father�s face:
Give Him, my soul,
thy cause to plead,
Nor doubt the Father�s grace.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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Heb 7; Heb 9:15;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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ST. FLAVIAN
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| # 56 | No key | | # 195 | F | | # 635 | F | | # 428 | F | | # 502 | F | | # 43 | F | | # 6 | F | | # 16 | F | | # 42 | F | | # 162 | F | | # 168 | F | | # 320 | F | | # 320 | F | | # 508 | F | | # 560 | F | | # 512 | No key |
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