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 heav'nly Lamb,
Takes all our sins away;
A sacrifice of nobler name
And richer blood than they.
3 My faith would lay her hand
On that dear head of Thine,
While like a penitent I stand,
And there confess my sin.
4 My soul looks back to see
The burden Thou didst bear
When hanging on the cursed tree;
I know my guilt was there.
5 Believing, we rejoice
To see the curse remove;
We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice
And sing His bleeding love.
|First Line:||Not all the blood of beasts|
|Title:||Not All the Blood of Beasts|
|Author:||Isaac Watts, 1674-1748|
|Scripture:||Hebrews 10:1-4; Hebrews 10:11; Hebrews 9:12-14; Galatians 3:13; Revelation 5:6-14|
|Composer:||William Daman, c. 1540-91|
|Key:||e minor or modal|