O Thou Whose Offering on the Tree

O Thou whose of­fer­ing on the tree

The le­gal of­fer­ings all fore­showed

Borrowed their whole ef­fect from Thee

And drew their vir­tue from Thy blood.

The blood of goats and bul­locks slain

Could nev­er for one sin atone;

To purge the guil­ty of­fer­er’s stain

Thine was the work

and Thine alone.

Vain in them­selves their du­ties were

Their ser­vic­es could nev­er please

Till joined with Thine

and made to share

The mer­its of Thy right­eous­ness.

Forward they cast a faith­ful look

On Thy ap­proach­ing sac­ri­fice;

And thence their pleas­ing sa­vor took

And rose ac­cept­ed in the skies.

These fee­ble types and sha­dows old

Are all in Thee

the truth

ful­filled;

We in Thy sac­ri­fice be­hold

The sub­stance of those rites re­vealed.

Thy me­ri­tor­ious suf­fer­ings past

We see by faith to us brought back;

And

on Thy grand obla­tion cast

Its sav­ing be­ne­fits par­take.