LXXXVIII. Thus saith the Lord, Your Work is vain

1 Thus saith the Lord, "Your Work is vain
"give your burnt Off'rings o'er;
"In dying Goats and Bullocks slain,
"my Soul delights no more.
2 Then spake the Saviour, "Lo, I'm here,
"my God, to do thy Will;
"Whate'er thy sacred Books declare,
"thy Servant shall fulfil.

3 "Thy Law is ever in my Sight,
"I keep it near my Heart;
"Mine Ears are open'd with Delight
"to what thy Lips impart.
4 "And see the blest Redeemer comes,
th' eternal Son appears,
And at th' appointed Time assumes
The Body God prepares.

5 Much he reveal'd his Father's Grace,
and much his Truth he shew'd;
And preacht the Way of Righteousness
were great Assemblies stood.
6 His Father's Honour toucht his Heart,
he pity'd Sinners Cries,
And to fulfil a Saviour's Part,
was made a Sacrifice.

7 No Blood of Beasts on Altars shed
could wash the Conscience clean;
But the rich Sacrifice he paid
atones for all our Sin.
8 Then was the great Salvation spread,
And Satan's Kingdom shook;
Thus by the Woman's promis'd Seed
the Serpent's Head was broke.

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First Line: Thus saith the Lord, Your Work is vain
Language: English
Publication Date: 1765
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