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 guilt 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 cursèd tree,
    And knows its guilt was there.
5      Believing, we rejoice
    To see the curse remove;
We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice
    And sing His bleeding love.
Isaac Watts, 1674-1748