JESUS, in thee our eyes behold
A thousand glories more
Than the rich gems and polished gold
The sons of Aaron wore.
Fresh blood, as constant as the day,
Was on their altars spilled;
But thy one offering took away
Forever all our guilt.
Thou, great Melchizedec! shalt reign,
In peace, on Zion’s hill
(Thyself the Lamb that once was slain),
And bear thy priesthood still.