1 

Not all the blood of beasts,

   On Jewish altars slain,

Could give the guilty conscience peace,

   Or wash away its 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 dear head of Thine,

While like a penitent I stand,

   And there confess my sin.

 4 

My soul looks back to see

   The burdens Thou didst bear

When hanging on the curs�d tree,

   And knows her guilt was there.

 5 

Believing, we rejoice

   To see the curse remove;

We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice,

   And sing His bleeding love.