4 [Their priesthood ran thro' several hands. For mortal was their race; Thy never-changing office stands Eternal as thy days.] 5 [Once in the circuit of a year With blood, but not his own, Aaron within the veil appears Before the golden throne; 6 But Christ by his own powerful blood Ascends above the skies, And in the presence of our God Shews his own sacrifice.] 7 Jesus, the King of Glory, reigns On Sion's heavenly hill, Looks like a lamb that has been slain, And wears his priesthood still. 8 He ever lives to intercede Before his Father's face; Give him, my soul, thy cause to plead, Nor doubt the Father's grace. Hymn 1:146. Characters of Christ, borrowed from inanimate things, in scripture. 1 Go, worship at Immanuel's feet, See in his face what wonders meet; Earth is too narrow to express His worth, his glory, or his grace. 2 [The whole creation can afford But some faint shadows of my Lord: Nature to make his beauties known Must mingle colours not her own.] 3 [Is he compar'd to wine or bread? Dear Lord, our souls would thus be fed; That flesh, that dying blood of thine, Is bread of life, is heavenly wine.] 4 [Is he a tree? The world receives Salvation from his healing leaves; That righteous branch, that fruitful bough, Is David's root and offspring too.] 5 [Is he a rose? Not Sharon yields Such fragrancy in all her fields: Or if the lily he assume, The vallies bless the rich perfume.] 6 [Is he a vine? His heavenly root Supplies the boughs with life and fruit: O let a lasting union join My soul the branch to Christ the vine: 7 [Is he the head? Each member lives, And owns the vital powers he gives; The saints below, and saints above, Join'd by his Spirit and his love.] 8 [Is he a fountain? There I bathe, And heal the plague of sin and death These waters all my soul renew, And cleanse my spotted garments too.] 9 [Is he a fire? he'll purge my dross, But the true gold sustains no loss; Like a refiner shall he sit, And tread the refuse with his feet.] 10 [Is he a rock? How firm he proves! The rock of ages never moves; Yet the sweet streams that from him flow Attend us all the desert thro'.] 11 [Is he a way? He leads to God, The path is drawn in lines of blood; There would I walk with hope and zeal, Till I arrive at Sion's hill.] 12 [Is he a door? I'll enter in Behold the pastures large and green, A paradise divinely fair, None but the sheep have freedom there.] 13 [Is he design'd a corner-stone, For men to build their heaven upon? I'll make him my foundation too, Nor fear the plots of hell below.] 14 [Is he a temple? I adore Th'indwelling majesty and power; And still to this most holy place, Whene'er I pray, I turn my face.] 15 [Is he a star? He breaks the night, Piercing the shades with dawning light; I know his glories from afar, I know the bright, the morning-star.] 16 [Is he a sun? His beams are grace, His course is joy, and righteousness; Nations rejoice when he appears To chase their clouds, and dry their tears.