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The Priest with glowing censer seemed as one

Preparing for the pure a way by fire.

Then with two rams I came, e'en as a son

That cometh to his sire.

The bathings and ablutions, as 'twas meet,

Were all performed according to their way;

Then passed before the throne of God complete

The service of the day.

And when sweet strains of praise to glorify

Burst forth in psalmody and songs of love,

Yea, when I heard the voice uplifted high,

I raised my hand above.

The rising clouds of incense, mantling o'er

The mercy-seat, lent savor to its grace:

Then glory filled me, and my soul would soar

To yon exalted place.