1 Not all the blood of beasts
On Jewish altars slain,
Could give the guilty conscience peace
Or wash away our stain.
2 But Christ, the heavenly Lamb,
Takes all our sins away,
A sacrifice of nobler name
And richer blood than they.
3 My faith would lay her hand
On that meek head of thine,
While as a penitent I stand
And here confess my sin.
4 My soul looks back to see
The burden thou didst bear,
When hanging on the accursed tree,
And knows her guilt was there.
5 Believing, we rejoice
To feel the curse remove;
We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice,
And sing his dying love.
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First Line: | Not all the blood of beasts |
Author: | Isaac Watts (1674-1748) |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1986 |
Topic: | The Lord Jesus Christ: Atoning work |