I. Watts

S.M.

NOT all the blood of beasts,

On Jewish altars slain,

Could give the guilty conscience peace,

Or wash away the 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.