Verse 1
Not all the blood of beasts,
On jewish altars slain,
Could give the guilty conscience[peace,
Or wash away the stain
Verse 2
But Christ the heavenly Lamb,
Takes all our sins away;
A sacrifice of nobler name
And richer blood than they.
Verse 3
My faith would lay her hand
On that dear head of Thine,
While like a penitent I stand,
And there confess my sin.
Verse 4
My soul looks back to see
The burdens Thou didst bear,
When hanging on the cursed tree,
And knows her guilt was there.
Verse 5
Believing, we rejoice
To see the curse remove:
We bless the Lamb with cheerful[voice
And sing His bleeding love!
Isaac Watts.