Songs

Not all the blood of beasts ,

219
			S.M.

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 burdens Thou didst bear 
	When hanging on the cursed tree, 
	And hopes her guilt was there. 

5	Believing, we rejoice 
	To see the curse remove; 
	We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice, 
	And sing His bleeding love.

					I.Watts