Not all the blood of beasts,
On Jewish altars slain,
Could give the guilty conscience peace,
Or wash away its stain.

But Christ, the heavenly Lamb,
Took all my guilt away:
A sacrifice of nobler name,
And richer blood than they.

My soul looks back to see
The burden Thou didst bear,
When hanging on the accursed tree,
For all my guilt was there.

Believing, I rejoice
To see the curse remove;
And bless the Lamb with cheerful voice,
And sing redeeming love.