A hymn written by Isaac Watts | |
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(1) Not all the blood of beasts,On Jewish altars slain, Could give the guilty conscience peace, Or wash away the 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 handOn that dear head of Thine, While like a penitent I stand, And there confess my sin. |
(4) My soul looks back to seeThe burdens Thou didst bear When hanging on the cursed tree, And knows her guilt was there. |
(5) Believing, we rejoiceTo see the curse remove; We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice, And sing His bleeding love! |