As of old, on Aaron's breastplate Israel's names in beauty shone,
So upon His priestly bosom Jesus ever bears His own.
Names unworthy, yet in mercy all are graven on His heart,
Bound by heavenly ties unto Him, never, nevermore to part:
Precious and elect each jewel, special treasure in His sight.
Every name a gem that sparkles 'neath the soft and golden light.
Borne, besides, upon His shoulders: strong to save and keep is He;
Set within the golden ouches of His glorious Deity;
Wreathen, golden chains so perfect, bonds of strong eternal love,
Clasp us now to Him forever—joined by God to Him above.
Blest memorials of the ransomed, ever borne before our God,
Tokens of complete atonement by the Savior's precious blood.
Jesus, the Son of God, our great High Priest, is able to succor, sympathize and save to the uttermost all that come to God by Him.
(Exod. 28; Heb. 2. 18; 4. 15; 7. 25)
Holiness on the head,
Light and perfections on the breast,
Harmonious bells below, raising the dead
To lead them into rest.
Thus are true Aarons drest.
Profaneness in my head,
Defects and darkness in my breast,
A noise of passions ringing me for dead
Unto a place where is no rest;
Poor priest, thus am I drest.
Only another Head,
I have another heart and breast,
Another music, making live, not dead,
Without Whom I could have no rest
In Him I am well drest.
Christ is my only Head,
My alone only heart and breast,
My only music, striking me e'en dead,
That to the old man I may rest
And be in Him new drest.
So holy is my head,
Perfect and light in my dear breast,
My doctrine tuned to Christ (Who is not dead
But lives in me while I do rest).
Come, people, Aaron's drest.—George Herbert
(Exod. 28. 29-36; Col. 2. 19; 1 Pet. 1. 16)