The priest's position holy is;

He sacrifices e'er to God,

Beholds His beauty, incense burns

Of prayer before the Lord.

No natural light, but just the lamp

Within the holy place gives sight;

Whene'er the priest the incense burns,

The lamp he too must light.

The grace of God let us extol

And stir our heart sweet praise to sing;

For priests not only light the lamp,

But constant praises bring.

I'll offer prayers as incense burns,

Christ's resurrection bring therein,

God's wish thus meet, His heart give joy,

And I'll rejoice with Him.

I'll read His Word, His light receive,

E'en as the lamp before Him lit,

His holy light illum'ning me

To others I'll transmit.

Unto the Lord His praise I'll sing

As holy priests their songs did raise;

O may my heart be filled with Him

His love and grace to praise.

I'll offer Christ to God in prayer,

I'll read the Word, His light to know,

For all His grace I'll sing His praise,

The Spirit then may flow.