Henry Law
If ever eyes beheld an object in which splendour shone, it was the high priest in his holy garments. God planned each part “for glory and for beauty”. Hence every brilliant colour sparkled. Hence richest jewels cast back dazzling rays. The rainbow’s varied hues, the sun’s meridian light, seemed to concentrate in a human form. Earth brought her best. Art framed them with a Spirit-given skill.
Reader, such is the figure to which these pages would now invite your gaze. But you will look in vain if you see nothing but the costly robes. Here is delight for faith’s enraptured heart. Jesus is here. What is beauty, but His form, His grace, His work? What is glory, but His manifested sight? This workmanship would never have seen birth, except to show His all-surpassing worth. Spirit of Truth look down! We long for a clearer view of the Lord. It is Thy sovereign province to display Him. Cause then these holy garments to fulfil their office.
First, there was the inmost coat. Its texture was of finest linen (Ex 28:39). It covered the whole frame. It clothed the arms and flowed down to the ground. It thus showed purity from head to foot. Do any ask: Where can such full-length purity be found? The gospel answers by revealing Christ. He is one blaze of spotless righteousness. This truth is the firm pedestal of all our hopes. If one defect had touched Him, He must have brought atonement for Himself. But, being sinless, He can take the sinner’s place. He hangs a sinless body on the cross. He gives a sinless soul to bear God’s wrath. Thus wrath is satisfied. The snow-white garment exhibits too the righteousness which Christ wrought out on earth. His active obedience covers the whole surface of the law. Heaven’s palace must have heaven-pure garments. Christ weaves them. Christ bestows them. Faith takes them and is thus made fit for the throne of God.
Reader, think well; you must sink low in hell, unless a righteous Saviour
1Taken, with slight editing, from Law’s The Gospel in Exodus. He is writing on the verse: “Thou shalt make holy garments for Aaron thy brother, for glory and for beauty” (Ex 28:2).
cleanse your guilt. You cannot stand before God’s eye, unless you face Him righteous as He is righteous. You cannot breathe in heaven, unless a new-born nature love its holy atmosphere. The hands of Jesus hold out all this mercy to you. His holy blood is perfect expiation. His full obedience may be your royal robe. His Spirit can impart all grace. Behold the High Priest in this inner garment and let its snow-white hue teach you these truths.
The coat was tightly fastened by a girdle. To gird the loins was to prepare for toil. Activity is thus ensured. This sign then shows our Jesus equipped for all the labours of redeeming service. It was no light task to save souls. Mountains of difficulty must be overcome. Untiring strength must be put forth. He meets each foe. He clears each obstacle. He rests not till the path from earth to heaven is free. Yet He will work until His flock is safely gathered home. He worked on earth because He greatly loved. He works in heaven because He loves as greatly.
Reader, see Jesus all activity to save. He never flags nor loiters nor desists. One thing He does. He girds His loins for labour. Are you as earnest to be saved? Are you as active to seek Him? Are you as zealous to serve His cause? His persevering zeal should shame man’s listless indolence. His girdle is a reproach to our ungirded loins.
Above the coat a robe was placed (Ex 28:31). In measure it was less. It had no covering for the arms. It scarcely reached below the knees. But its chief difference was its lovely hue and the magnificence of the bordering hem. The colour was pure blue. It thus reflected the clear canopy of heaven. The high priest ministered in a sky-blue robe. Thus Jesus brings all heaven to our thought. Heaven is in His every word. His hands extend the gift of heaven. To see Him now is heaven begun. To be with Him for ever is heaven complete. Faith knows no heaven but Him.
Reader, see Jesus as your High Priest in azure robe and you will die to earth, and earth will die to you. A brighter scene will win you to love brighter things. This robe had a rich fringe. Its hem was a broad belt of pomegranates and golden bells. These pomegranates were richly worked in purple, blue and scarlet. Of all the fruits, this is most rich in seed. Therefore it is a fit emblem of luxuriant shoots. Here Jesus is portrayed, as the “Everlasting Father” of a countless race. His blood is sown on earth; a harvest of saved souls springs up. Mark the crowds who throng the throne of glory. They all are produce of redeeming love. Mark all who in the wilderness of earth show signs of new-imparted being. They all derive existence from one stem; they all are fruit of one regenerating Spirit. We see the ornamented edge, and we adore the truth: “So shall thy seed be” (Gen 15:5).
The pomegranates were intermingled with golden bells. The high priest
could not stir but melody announced that he was near. Israel’s sons found special comfort in this ordinance. Their high priest passed the veil. He stood before the ark. It was a solemn moment. The spot was terrible in awe. The thought might rise: Can man draw near to symbols of God’s glory and not die? But a sweet note lulls all such fears to rest. The golden bells are heard. All hearts rejoiced. The high priest faced the mercy seat and yet he lived. The golden bells still sound. Faith is no stranger to their voice. Jesus indeed is no more seen by mortal sense. The heavens hide Him. He prosecutes His work before an unseen throne. And there He lives. The proof is clear and sweet as music from the golden bells. Each tender whisper of His love, each soothing application of His word, each sweet assurance of unfailing care, are sounds which evidence that Jesus lives. The golden bells for ever ring the joyful tidings: “Because I live, ye shall live also”. Believer, look often to the fringe of the blue robe. Jesus is there, the fruitful author of your every grace. Jesus is there, assuring you that He lives to give you life.
The ephod was next added (Ex 28:6). This was a tunic, shorter in form than the preceding robe. But while the robe was simple in one azure shade, this was all radiant in diversity of hue. They shall make it, said the Lord, “of gold, of blue, of purple, of scarlet, and fine twined linen, with cunning work”. Each brought its choicest produce. Art used its utmost effort. The meaning is most clear. We thus are taught that all rare graces are combined in Christ. His person, which is God and man; His work, which fills all heaven with glory; His tender dealings; His loving heart; His faithful truth; these are the perfection of all charms. None ever see true beauty till Christ appears in His salvation’s robes.
Two shoulder-pieces fixed it. No common skill prepared them. Sockets of gold were formed. In each an onyx stone was placed. These stones were graven with the names of Israel’s tribes. O my soul, what streams of comfort issue from this sight! Your name, your very name appears on high, uplifted on the shoulders of your Lord. How then can foes work harm? They may assail; they will assail. But you are high above their reach. Can they scale heaven? The thought is folly. Yet they must lay Christ low before they can touch you. Your seat is safety. Your prop is Deity. Rejoice, be glad. High is your Lord; are you less high? Thus, weak in yourself, you soar above all peril, and sit as more than conqueror on the eminence of Almightiness.
Rich is this comfort. But the Lord of comfort yet gives more. It is His will that joy unspeakable should fill His people’s souls. A breastplate therefore is inserted in this ephod’s front. No words can show its matchless splendour. Upon a ground richly embroidered like the ephod, 12 precious jewels were set. Each glittering stone exhibited the name of one of Israel’s tribes. This
work is all arranged to prove how dearly Jesus loves His own. The world may scorn them as the vilest dust. But Jesus guards them as His choicest treasure and puts them on as the delight of His delights. Redeemed souls are His chief ornament. He wears them on His heart.
Believer, look to Christ. Mark, He displays His very heart. What read you there? Your name! Your very name! Do you ask, And can He love me? Surely the manger, the garden and the cross are proof. But lest such evidence should not suffice, His front is shown as a scroll written with your name. Be then persuaded. His life is love for you. His heart has never been, and never will be, without your image. You dwell entwined amid affection’s fibres. Your High Priest ever wears this precious breastplate. He ever shows your name before God’s throne. You are the inseparable portion of His breast.
This is not all. The breastplate holds more wondrous treasure yet. But here is mystery which we cannot scan. We know, and it is much to know, that the Urim and Thummim were adjoined. The meaning of the terms is clear. Their voice is “light and perfection”. Their holy use is also known. By means of these the Lord revealed His will and gave responses to the consulting priest. The gospel of the ordinance is likewise clear. Christ is our light. He is our full perfection. Do we need wisdom? Do we seek guidance? We may draw near. From His heart pure light will shine. Do we mourn that imperfection cleaves to us as our very skin? He only can relieve. His blood, His righteousness, His Spirit, His dealings are perfect and make perfect. Reader, seek Christ, and light is yours. Seek Christ and all perfection is your portion. Our Urim and our Thummim are His smile.
The Holy Garments are not yet complete. The head must now receive its crowning grace. For this a mitre is prepared. Fair linen is the substance. A belt of blue surrounds it. On this a golden plate is fixed. And then the glorious name, “Holiness to the Lord”, shines forth (Ex 28:36). My soul, look up to heaven. Jesus there ministers to consummate salvation. What is it that His front declares? “Holiness to the Lord.” Adore Him, for such is His just title. His person is “holiness to the Lord”. Unspotted purity is His essence. If it were otherwise, He could not take a Saviour’s place. His work is “holiness to the Lord”. He came to sanctify Himself, so that He might do His Father’s will. His blood, His righteousness, His prayers are “holiness to the Lord”. His people, in their souls, their walk and their ways, are “holiness to the Lord”. He found them sinners. He made them holy. He gave them new hearts, new lives, to be for ever “holiness to the Lord”.
Such is our robed High Priest. Is He not glory? Is He not beauty? Who will not love Him? Who will not praise Him? Who will not pray, Glorify me in Thy glory; beautify me in Thy beauty?