Victim Divine, Thy Grace We Claim

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.

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 speaks sal­va­tion all around.

The smoke of Thy aton­ement here

Darkened the sun

and rent the veil

Made the new way to Heav­en ap­pear

And showed the great In­vi­si­ble;

Well pleased in Thee

our God looked down

And calls His re­bels to a crown.

He still re­spects Thy sa­cri­fice;

Its sa­vor sweet doth al­ways please:

The of­fer­ing smokes through earth and skies

Diffusing life

and joy

and peace;

To these

Thy low­er courts

it comes

And fills them with di­vine per­fumes.

We need not now go up to Heav­en

To bring the long sought Sav­ior down;

Thou art to all al­rea­dy giv­en

Thou dost e’en now Thy ban­quet crown:

To ev­ery faith­ful soul ap­pear

And show Thy real pre­sence here!