1 NOT all the blood of beasts
On Jewish altars slain
Could give the guilty conscience peace,
Or wash away our 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 meek head of thine,
While as a penitent I stand,
And here confess my sin.
4 My soul looks back to see
The burden thou didst bear
When hanging on the accursed tree,
And knows her guilt was there.
5 Believing, we rejoice
To feel the curse remove;
We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice,
And trust his bleeding love.