Not all the blood of beasts, On Jewish altars slain, Could give the guilty conscience peace, Or wash away its stain. But Christ, the heavenly Lamb, Took all our guilt away, A sacrifice of nobler name, And richer blood than they. Our souls look back to see The burden Thou didst bear, When hanging on the accursèd tree, For all our guilt was there. Believing, we rejoice To see the curse remove; And bless the Lamb with cheerful voice, And sing redeeming love.