THE High Priest stands before the mercy-seat,
And on his breast bright mingling jewel-flames
Reflect Shechinah light; twelve patriarch names
Flash where the emerald and sapphire meet
Sardius and diamond. With softer beam,
From mystic onyx on his shoulders placed,
Deep graven, never altered or erased,
The same great names in birthday order, gleam.
May each name written here be thus engraved,
Set in the place of power, the place of love,
And borne in sweet memorial above,
By Him who loved and chose, redeemed and saved.
Be each dear name, the greatest and the least,
Always upon the heart of our High Priest.
This was a special little book prepared by F.R.H. to “gather. . .up, and keep a book of remembrance for all the pleasant and happy times, and all the ‘good days’ that God gives us. . .Let us. . .keep a record of our red letter days; for when a day of any special ‘light and gladness’ comes (Esth. viii.16), whatever may be the occurrence which makes it such to us, we may well call it a red letter day–that is a day of holy festival, and thenceforth of hallowed remembrance.”
Frances Ridley Havergal from RED LETTER DAYS, A MEMORIAL AND BIRTHDAY BOOK