Not all the blood of beasts on Israel's altars slain could give the guilty conscience peace or wash away the stain. But Christ, the heav'nly Lamb, takes all our sins away, a sacrifice of nobler name and richer blood than they. In faith I place my hand on that dear head divine, as penitently here I stand and lay on him my sin. My soul looks back to see the burden you did bear when hanging on the curs-ed tree I know my guilt was there! Believing, we rejoice to see the curse remove; we bless the Lamb with cheerful voice and sing his bleeding love.
