By A Collection of Hymns

      S.M. Hebrews x. 4.
      1 NOT all the blood of beasts
      On Jewish altars slain
      Could give the guilty conscience peace,
      Or wash away our stain.

      2 But Christ, the heavenly 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 meek head of thine,
      While as a penitent I stand,
      And here confess my sin.

      4 My soul looks back to see
      The burden thou didst bear
      When hanging on the accursed tree,
      And knows her guilt was there.

      5 Believing, we rejoice
      To feel the curse remove;
      We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice,
      And trust his bleeding love.