Leviticus 22:1-16: Holy Food

The sanctity of priests defined,
No trifling with grace we own,
A nationhood of priests aligned,
To all the world His glory shown.

Commanded then to separate,
The holy from the vile,
Presuming not upon His grace,
But humbly reconciled.
Remember God is in the saints,
His special presence in our hearts.
The keep yourselves from worldly taints,
And in His church always take part.

Consuming what is holy then,
And taking it with in our mouths.
To purge your mind of thoughts of sin,
The toxic weight that drags you down.
Let everything you eat or see,
Or read, or say, or think, or play,
But drive you to God’s sanctity,
To serve Him better day by day.

For holiness from God descends,
And given by Him graciously.
Springs from relationship with Him,
Both guarded fierce and given free.

Oh, let this sanctity we’re given,
Show all the world our Holy Lord,
Who granted sinners be forgiven,
The filthy to His house restored.

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Leviticus 15: Purification

A putrid, rotting corpse,
Unclean in all my flesh,
With filth in all I do,
A sewer running death,
A dump-heap is my soul,
As humans all posses.
Emitted from my heart,
This sin drives us apart.

For you are wholly pure,
And holiness defined,
Immaculate in all,
Incomparable, divine,
Impossible to know,
Your sanctity sublime.
Your glory none have seen,
And none can come unclean.

Then dare I touch Your robe?
And make You too unclean?
Would my contagion mar,
Your flawless sanctity?
Oh! rapture at Your grace!
Your cleanness covered me!
And You, looking at me,
See Your own purity.

Leviticus 14:1-32: Cleansing

Hear my news, hear my news!
Hear this glorious news,
Listen well all you outcasts and slaves.
For the leper in sin,
Unclean from the truth,
Hear of cleansing that God freely gave:

Goodly news, goodly news!
Of salvation for men,
Goodly news of the grace of our God,
Come and see, come and see,
He all pure from all sin,
He alone who can cleanse us from fraud.

Purified, purified!
When my High-Priest did die,
On a tree dipped in water and blood.
Seven times I was washed,
To be brought from outside,
And set free in His merciful flood.

I am clean, I am clean!
Let me come to Your church,
Let me sing of Your glory and grace!
I’m an exile no more,
But have come by new birth,
Counted clean, all my sickness erased.

Bless the Lord, bless the Lord!
For redemption of sin,
And the blessings He gives us the same.
Be you rich, be you poor,
He will readily cleanse,
He accepts you and calls you by name.

Glory oh! Glory oh!
For redemption from sin,
Glory unto the Father above!
Let us tell all the world,
Of the grace He extends,
Making sinners the heirs of His love!