Verse 1

VICTIM divine, Thy grace we claim, While thus Thy precious death we show; Once offered up, a spotless Lamb, In Thy great temple here below, Thou didst for all mankind atone, And standest now before the throne.

Verse 2

Thou standest in the holy place, As now for guilty sinners slain: The blood of sprinkling speaks, and prays, All prevalent for helpless man; Thy blood is still our ransom found, And spreads salvation all around.

Verse 3

We need not now go up to heaven, To bring the long-sought Saviour down; Thou art to all already given, Thou dost even now Thy banquet crown: To every faithful soul appear, And show Thy real presence here!

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