O Lord, In Thee Our Eyes Behold
1 O LORD, in Thee our eyes behold
A thousand glories more
Than the rich gems and polished gold
The sons of Aaron wore.
2 They first their own sin-offering brought
To purge themselves from sin;
Thy life was pure without a spot,
And all Thy nature clean.
3 Fresh blood, as constant as the day,
Was on their altars spilt;
But Thy one offering took away
For ever all our guilt.
4 Their priesthood ran through several hands,
For mortal was their race;
Thy never-changing office stands
Firm as the throne of grace.
5 Their range was earth, nor higher soared;
The heaven of heavens is Thine;
Thy majesty and priesthood, Lord,
In peerless glory shine.
6 Immortal honours crown Thy name,
Thou blessed Priest and King:
May heaven and earth resound Thy fame,
Each day fresh praises bring!