Jesus, in You Our Eyes Behold
 
1. Jesus, in You our eyes behold
A thousand glories more
Than the rich gems and polished gold
The sons of Aaron wore. 
 
2. They first their own burnt off'rings brought,
To purge themselves from sin;
Your life was pure, without a spot,
And all Your nature clean. 
 
3. Fresh blood, as constant as the day,
Was on their altar spilt:
But Your one off'ring takes away
Forever all our guilt. 
 
4. Their priesthood ran through sev'ral hands,
For mortal was their race:
Your never-changing office stands
Eternal as Your days. 
 
5. Once, in the circuit of the year,
With blood, but not their own,
Did they within the veil appear
Before the golden throne. 
 
6. But Christ, by His own pow'rful blood,
Ascends above the skies;
And in the presence of our God
Shows His own sacrifice. 
 
7. Jesus, the King of glory, reigns
On Zion's heav'nly 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, your cause to plead,
Nor ever doubt His grace. 
 
Text: Isaac Watts (1674-1748)