1 Not all the blood of beasts On Jewish altars slain Could give the guilty conscience peace, Or wash away the 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 cursed tree, And hopes 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.