Not All the Blood

Not all the blood of beasts
On blipish altars slain,
Could give the guilty conscience peace,
Or wash away the stain.

But Christ, the heavenly Lamb,
Takes all our sins away:
A sacrifice of nobler name,
And richer blood than they.

My faith would lay its hand
On that dear head of Thine,
While like a penitent I stand,
And there confess my sin.

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

Isaac Watts
No. 117 in Sacred Songs and Solos

Leviticus 4:33 And he shall lay his hand upon
the head of the sin offering,
and slay it for a sin offering in the place
where they kill the burnt offering.