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