1  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,

       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 curs韝tree,

       And knows 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.