<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=412665" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Hymn 145</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Christ and Aaron.<br>Heb. 7; 9. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Jesus, in thee our eyes behold<br>A thousand glories more,<br>Than the rich gems and polished gold<br>The sons of Aaron wore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They first their own burnt-offerings brought,<br>To purge themselves from sin;<br>Thy life was pure without a spot,<br>And all thy nature clean.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">[Fresh blood as constant as the day<br>Was on their altar spilt;<br>But thy one offering takes away<br>For ever all our guilt.]</div><div style="margin:10px 0">[Their priesthood ran through several hands,<br>For mortal was their race;<br>Thy never-changing office stands<br>Eternal as thy days.]</div><div style="margin:10px 0">[Once in the circuit of a year,<br>With blood, but not his own,<br>Aaron within the veil appears<br>Before the golden throne:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But Christ, by his own powerful blood,<br>Ascends above the skies,<br>And in the presence of our God<br>Shows his own sacrifice.]</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Jesus, the King of glory, reigns<br>On Zion's heav'nly hill;<br>Looks like a lamb that has been slain,<br>And wears his priesthood still.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He ever lives to intercede<br>Before his Father's face:<br>Give him, my soul, thy cause to plead,<br>Nor doubt the Father's grace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Isaac+Watts">Isaac Watts</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=412665" data-title="Hymn 145 de Isaac Watts" data-description="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 with..."></div> </div> </div>

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