Not all the blood of beasts

On Jewish altars slain

Could give the guilty conscience peace.

Or wash away the stain.

But Christ, the heav'nly Lamb,

Takes all our sins away;

A sacrifice of nobler name

And richer blood than they.

My faith would lay her hand

On that dear head of thine,

While, like a penitent, I stand,

And there confess my sin.

My soul looks back to see

The burdens thou didst bear

When hanging on the cursed tree,

And hopes her guilt was there.

Believing, we rejoice

To see the curse remove;

We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice,

And sing his bleeding love.