O Lord my God, who ever guided me,
Anoint my eyes that I might clearly see.
What is this horrid news which I have heard?
Then has another man made love to her?
For I would disbelieve it if I could,
For she seemed always godly, sure, and good.
And yet the child in her makes it clear,
That she has never really held me dear.
Was all her love and purity a show?
O Holy Father, only You would know.
I look to you for guidance in my mind;
What must I do with her who once was mine?
Perhaps — for her — I never was enough.
I could not make her happy, or feel loved.
So was I always insufficient then,
That to avoid me she would turn to sin?
Yet somehow, I yet love her through it all,
And would not wish to see, or cause, her fall.
If thus without me she is better pleased,
It is enough! I am content to leave.
I only pray her other lover will,
Bring her the joy that I could not instill.
So I forgive her as I set her free
God, surely this is what you’d have of me.
“Fear not, Joseph, for that babe is me.
And you who called me “Father” soon will be,
My earthly father. Rise, and take your bride!
And name the child Jesus. He will be the Christ.”
A priest must first be called of God,
As Aaron, of the blooming rod,
Not of himself this honor takes,
But only God a priest may make.
And so did Christ not tout his worth,
But God anointed Him from birth;
“I have begotten you, my Son,
You are a priest, as was the one,
Melchizedek. This I reveal.
I swear, and I will not repeal.”
And Christ whose mighty cries and tears,
Effective to the God who hears,
Both will and has raised dead to life,
Because in all things He is right:
In learning His obedience,
Through suffering in penitence,
In taking legal rights to save,
Maturing, then, as He forgave,
In being named for all to see,
A priest for all eternity!
Sing praise to God, you sons of men!
For this High Priest whom you are given,
Who makes atonement for your sin,
For with our trials He has striven.
In all our passions He was caught,
With all temptations He has fought,
And yet He gained the victory!
So come before the throne of grace,
And look for comfort in no other.
With confidence before His face,
Who’s not ashamed to call you brother.
And there His mercy you’ll receive,
And you’ll find grace when you believe,
And join Him in His victory!
For Christ as priest was made a man,
To stand before God’s holy anger.
He shed His blood – the Law’s demand,
And saved us from damnation’s danger.
And He is gentle when we err,
For He was weak when on the earth,
Yet brought us into victory!
You ignorant, come now be wise!
You errant give to Him allegiance!
And see this living sacrifice,
Who overcame man’s fallen weakness.
And once for all He paid the price,
Perfection which need not die twice,
But won eternal victory!