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O Lord, 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
sin-offering 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 altars spilt;
But Thy one offering took away
For ever all our guilt.
Their priesthood
ran through several hands,
For mortal was their race;
Thy never-changing office stands
Firm as the throne of grace.
Their range was earth,
nor higher soared;
The heaven of heavens is Thine;
Thy majesty and priesthood, Lord,
In peerless glory shine.
Immortal honours
crown Thy name,
Thou blessed Priest and King:
May heaven and earth
resound Thy fame,
Each day fresh praises bring!
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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DUNFERMLINE
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| # 501 | E | | # 75 | Eb | | # 258 | F | | # 6 | F | | # 37 | F | | # 139 | F | | # 347 | No key | | # 129 | F | | # 313 | F |
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