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THE SANCTUARY

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Publishing Committee · Rochester, N. Y. · Sep 16, 1852

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 3, No. 10.

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THE SANCTUARY.

By R. F. Cottrell

BY R. F. COTTRELL.
THERE is a house in heaven built, The temple of the living God, The tabernacle true, where guilt Is washed away by precious blood.
Long since, our High Priest entered there, Who knows the frailties of our frame; Who loves to hear his people's prayer, And offer to our God the same.
The daily ministry he bore, Till ended the prophetic days; He opened then the inner door, To justify the sacred place.
Before the Ark of Ten Commands, On which the Mercy-seat is placed, Presenting his own blood, he stands, Till Israel's sins are all erased.
This work performed, the firm decree Will pass on all the sons of men, He that is filthy, let him be, He that is holy, so remain.
To Christ let living faith ascend, Keep God's Commandments, patient wait, Till we shall see our Dearest Friend, And pass, with him, the pearly gate.
Mill Grove, N. Y.