1 

Lord, Thou art all the offerings

   Prepared by God for us;

They are so rich in meaning,

   So sweet and glorious.

They have fulfilled God's purpose

   And met His heart's desire;

They too have satisfied us,

   And faced what we require.

 2 

Thou art the burnt-oblation,

   Consumed by holy fire;

To God as a sweet savor,

   Fulfilling His desire.

Thou walkedst in God's presence,

   And all His will pursued;

Thyself the spotless offering,

   For us to God as food.

 3 

Thou art the meal-oblation,

   With "oil" and "frankincense";

'Tis holy, fine, and perfect,

   And sweet to every sense.'

Thou art the peace-oblation,

   The peace for us to make,

That we with God may share Thee,

   As food of Thee partake.

 4 

Thou art the sin-oblation,

   For us Thou sin wast made;

By death for our redemption

   The ransom Thou hast paid.

Thou art the trespass-offering,

   Thou all our sins didst bear

To satisfy God's justice,

   That we His pardon share.

 5 

Thou art the wave-oblation,

   The resurrected One;

O'er Hades, death and darkness,

   The vict'ry Thou hast won.

Thou art the heave-oblation,

   Thou didst ascend to God;

As such in heav'nly places

   Thou art our holy food.