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Jehovah had so oft His will reveal'd,
Unto the chosen tribe whom Aaron loved
In all their wandering—but whose promised land
He might not look upon-he sadly laid
His head upon the mountain's turfy breast,
And with one prayer, half wrapp'd in stifled groans,
Gave up the ghost.–Lydia Huntley Sigourney.

1. AARON: and Christ.

SEE Aaron, God's anointed priest,

Within the veil appear,
In robes of mystic meaning dress’d,

Presenting Israel's prayer.
Through him the eye of faith descries

A greater priest than he-
Thus Jesus pleads above the skies

For you, my friends, and me.
He bears the names of all the saints,

Deep on His heart engraved ;
Attentive to the state and wants

Of all His love has saved.
In Him a holiness complete,

Light and perfection shine ;
And wisdom, grace, and glory meet-

A Saviour all Divine.
The blood which, as a priest, He bears,

For sinners, is His own;
The incense of His prayers and tears

Perfumes the holy throne.
In Him my weary soul has rest,

Though I am weak and vile ;
I read my name upon His breast,

And see the Father smile.—John Newton.

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3. ABEL: entering heaven.

TEN thousand times ten thousand sung

Loud anthems round the throne,
When lo ! a solitary tongue

Took up a song unknown ;
A song unknown to angel ears,
A song that spoke of vanish'd fears,
Of pardon'd sins and dried-up tears.
Not one of all the heavenly host

Could those high notes attain,
But spirits from a distant coast

United in the strain,
Till he who first began the song,
To sing alone not suffer'd long,
Was mingled with a countless throng.
And still as years are fleeting by,

The angels ever bear
Some newly ransom'd soul on high,

To swell the chorus there ;
And still the song shall louder grow,
Till all, redeem'd from sin and woe,
To that fair world of rapture go.
Oh grant me, Lord, a golden harp,

And tune my broken voice,
That I may sing of troubles sharp

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Exchanged for endless joys !
The song that ne'er was heard before
A sinner reach'd the heavenly shore,
But now shall sound for evermore!