OUR PROPHET, PRIEST AND KING.
By R. F. Cottrell
When Jesus dwelt below,
Proclaiming through the land,
Saying, Repent, for lo!
The kingdom is at hand!
He was the Prophet long foretold
By Moses' mouth, in days of old. Since he ascended high,
For us to intercede;
To hear his people's cry,
In every time of need,
A faithful High Priest he has been,
Pleading his blood to cleanse from sin. His priesthood's almost o'er,
He soon will leave that place,
And then his blood no more
Can wash earth's guilty race.
O, let us now implore his grace,
Before he leaves the heavenly place! He then will be a King,
And wear a golden crown;
A great white cloud shall bring
Creation's Monarch down;
The wicked then he will destroy,
And bear his saints to realms of joy.