125    S.M.     Isaac Watts
Faith in Christ our Sacrifice. Rom. 5. 11; Heb. 9. 12

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 heavenly Lamb,
  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 accursed 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.