1.19.2005
Perfect High Priest
My Jesus, my wonderful Messiah,
though for my sake you became poor,
the eternal God has set you on high.
You were perfect Prophet, Priest and King,
swallowing all of my sins and making them no more,
free from myself, for your glory I sing.
Here rises the Son, watch holiness emanate,
fragrance of a Savior's son, the world will abhor,
for His glory and our gladness, His children remanate.
though for my sake you became poor,
the eternal God has set you on high.
You were perfect Prophet, Priest and King,
swallowing all of my sins and making them no more,
free from myself, for your glory I sing.
Here rises the Son, watch holiness emanate,
fragrance of a Savior's son, the world will abhor,
for His glory and our gladness, His children remanate.
