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Each indicating one of the twelve tribes;The linen mitre is upon his head,The crown of holiness upon his brow,The music of the golden bells is heard,And Aaron knows that God will work His will,Although His labourers may be removed.
And dimly he foresees a Prophet-Priest,Who was to come, in righteousness arrayed,After the power of an endless life,And offer one sufficient sacrificeFor sin for evermore. So Aaron dies!
Yet not consumed; oh! not destroyed, cut off,But "gathered to his people," to awaitThe second coming of that true High Priest,Separate, undefiled, compassionate,Touched with the feeling of infirmities,Able to save unto the uttermost,Whose priesthood is unchangeable; Who nowHas once appeared, fulfilled the law, and died,Offering Himself, without or spot or stain,A sacrifice for all throughout all time;Who rose to bless, Who lives to intercede,And Who within the veil prepares a place,That where He is there may His servants be,As kings and priests to God eternally.
