Hymn 1:145 [Jesus, In Thee Our Eyes Behold]

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Title:     Hymn 1:145 [Jesus, In Thee Our Eyes Behold]
Author: Isaac Watts [More Titles by Watts]

Christ and Aaron. Taken from Heb. 7. and 9.

Jesus, in thee our eyes behold
A thousand glories more
Than the rich gems and polish'd 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 thro' 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
Shews his own sacrifice.]

Jesus, the King of Glory, reigns
On Sion's heavenly 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.

[The end]
Isaac Watts's poem: Hymn 1:145 [jesus, In Thee Our Eyes Behold]

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