Oh mystery Oh mystery performed in a riddle
Could you not open your truth just a little
Just for a glimpse of spanning your breadth
To just grasp the meaning of the blood of this death
Covered by vail and a cloud o’er thy seat
Come golden censer thy smoke with cloud thus shall meet
Thy incense beaten small and coal from brazen altar
Justice and mercy are before thy face said the Psalter
One man alone girt in linen attire
Shall stretch forth his hand to the blood and the fire
Sprinkled thy seat of mercy on the side toward the east
That blood that was shed from the blemishless beast
And thy lot shall fall on the scapegoat to be taken
Bearing sin on his head to a land that’s forsaken
As the Psalter said ‘As far as the east is from the west’
Bringing broken children to his eternal rest
Oh the flesh rent in twain from the heaven to the earth
Oh the shedding of blood which is of infinite worth
Three days plus ten in the month numbered seven
That man clothed in linen appeared now in heaven
Our hope as an anchor entereth within the veil
And the order of Melchisedec doth prevail
When the justice of thy blood touch the mercy of thy seat
From everlasting to everlasting now is complete
With reconciliation for sin now thus made
He that appeared in the cloud now hath bade
Bidden us ‘Come’ through the flesh of his Son
The smoke of our incense and the cloud mix as one
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