Not all the blood of beasts,
  On Jewish alters 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 accurs´d 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.

S.M.                      Isaac Watts, 1709