L. M.

Christ our sacrifice.

The wonders, Lord, thy love has wrought,

Exceed our praise, surmount our thought;

Should I attempt the long detail,

My speech would faint, my numbers fail,

No blood of beasts on altars spilt

Can cleanse the souls of men from guilt;

But thou hast set before our eyes

An all-sufficient sacrifice.

Lo! thine eternal Son appears,

To thy designs he bows his ears,

Assumes a body well prepared,

And well performs a work so hard.

|Behold, I come,| the Savior cries,

With love and duty in his eyes,

|I come to bear the heavy load

Of sins, and do thy will, my God.

|'Tis written in thy great decree,

'Tis in thy book foretold of me,

I must fulfil the Savior's part;

And lo! thy law is in my heart!

|I'll magnify thy holy law,

And rebels to obedience draw,

When on my cross I'm lifted high,

Or to my crown above the sky.

|The Spirit shall descend and show

What thou hast done, and what I do

The wond'ring world shall learn thy grace,

Thy wisdom, and thy righteousness.|