Vol 01 - The Burnt Offering

The Burnt Offering Atonement hath been made, " The bullock" hath been slain;

Before the Lord its parts are laid, Nor speak they there in vain.

Unblemished, willing, pure, My hand is on its head; And making mine acceptance sure, Its costly blood is shed. The brazen altar smokes With incense sweet and rare;

Rich odors that the flame evokes Arise and fill the air.

Behold! Jehovah feasts!

Draw near to view the sight!

Surround the altar, O ye priests, Where God hath His delight! The savor to the LORD Hath all His soul possessed;

Jehovah hath His own reward, The offerer hath rest.

"Behold, my God, I come!

I joy to do thy will!" That voice strikes every rebel dumb, That music echoes still!

O Christ of God! do Thou Thyself to us declare, So shall we still in worship bow, Till praise hath silenced prayer.