Here you will find the Poem Hymn 145 of poet Isaac Watts
Christ and Aaron. Heb. 7; 9. 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.