the infant priest was holy borne

The infant Priest was holy borne
For us unholy and forlorn;
From fleshly temple out came he,
Anointed from eternity.

This great High Priest in human flesh
Was icon of God's righteousness.
His hallowed touch brought sanctity;
His hand removed impurity.

The holy Lamb undaunted came
To God's own altar lit with flame;
While weeping angels hid their eyes,
This Priest became a sacrifice.

But death would not the victor be
Of Him who hung upon the tree.
He leads us to the Holy Place
Within the veil before God's face.

God's unveiled presence now we see,
As at the rail on bended knee
Our hungry mouths from Him receive
The bread of immortality.

The body of God's Lamb we eat
A priestly food and priestly meat.
On sin-parched lips the chalice pours
His quenching blood that life restores.


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