The Better Sacrifice. (297) 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 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 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; While hanging on the cursed tree, And knows her guilt was there. Isaac Watts
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