His earthly work is done
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His earthly work is done,The Victim's blood is shed,And Jesus now is goneHis people's cause to plead;He stands in heaven, their great High Priest,He bears their names upon his breast.
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He sprinkles with his bloodThe mercy-seat above;He seals our brotherhoodWith his atoning love;And justice threatens us no more,But mercy yields her boundless store.
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No temple made with handsHis place of service is;In heaven itself he stands,A heavenly priesthood his:In him the shadows of the lawAre all fulfilled, and now withdraw.
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And though awhile he beHid from the eyes of men,His people look to seeTheir great High Priest again;In brightest glory he will come,And take his waiting people home.