If Dumb and Mortal Beasts Can Cleanse (Hebrews 9:13-20)

If dumb and mortal beasts can cleanse,
Through blood and ashes of a lamb,
What greater cleansing of our sins,
Comes through the one immortal Word,
Both very God and very man?

So wash yourself by Jesus’ grace.
Receive the promise He gives free.
Because His death has taken place,
He mediates for our release,
To bless us through eternity.

The promise ratified by death,
And validated by God’s blood,
That Jesus’ grace may take effect,
Apart from any work we’ve done,
This signatory of His blood.

All praise we render to the Lord,
As we remember what He’s done.
The blood of promise He out-poured,
Let us rehearse that sacrament,
He all our crimson sins expunged.

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The Way (Hebrews 9:8-12)

The holy place was shrouded,
And veil-concealed in mystery pressed.
In glory it was clouded,
And yet to none made manifest.
Yet there was still a way in
Concealed from every human eye
That holy place God stayed in,
Hiding the face of the Divine.

The parables of symbols,
Have hid the way which led within.
The priests in vain assemble,
Their duty in repeating them.
Yet this was not forever,
For God had planned to make it plain,
These ritual endeavors,
All pointed to the perfect way.

And in the Christ revealing,
The way that passes through the veil.
The wrath of God repealing,
Where sacrifice before had failed.
His blood then is the pavement,
That brings us to the holy place.
His sacrifice the statement,
To enter and behold His face.

Tabernacle (Hebrews 9:1-12)

The great eternal God divine descends,
To tabernacle in the tents of men.
What place could honor Him in holiness?
Or rival Him in royal righteousness?

It is mind-awing in magnificence,
Gold-overlaid in brilliant opulence,
With hosts of priests performing praise to Him,
And blood – yes, ever blood – to cover sin.

So learn the laws the Lord declares today,
If He will dwell with us, we must obey.
So practice purity, for God is here,
Or rousing up His wrath, we fall in fear.

Or see the holy places that He haunts,
In wreaths of incense mists, but without wants,
Enthroned in mystery on the mercy seat,
Yet separate, sacred, veiled that none may see.

Yet God has tabernacled among men,
By taking on the veil of human skin.
His very self fulfills the holy place,
He is the mercy seat who grants us grace.

And He completed all the Law’s demands,
Yet bore the wrath of a law-breaking man.
For He obeyed where we had all rebelled,
Then gave us life in righteousness as well.

We need no blood to satiate the Law,
Because His blood has washed away our flaws.
He cares no more for gold and opulence,
And takes no building, temple, land, or tents.

The great eternal God divine descends,
His tabernacle is the hearts of men.
Unworthy as we are, His pleasure is
To dwell within the saints He claims as His.