Not all the blood of beasts,

On Jewish altars slain,

Could give the guilty conscience peace,

Or wash away its stain.

2 But Christ, the heavenly Lamb,

Bears 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 Believing, we rejoice

To see the curse remove;

We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice,

And sing his dying love.