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| 1 | Though all the beasts that live and feed |
| Upon a thousand hills should bleed— |
| Though all their blood should flow, |
| The sacrifice would be in vain, |
| The stain of sin would still remain: |
| Sin is not cancelled so. |
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| 2 | "A better sacrifice" than these |
| It needs, the conscience to appease |
| Or satisfy the Lord: |
| No blood hath virtue to atone |
| For man's offence, but His alone |
| Whose title is "The Word." |
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| 3 | His who could say, Himself the Son, |
| "My Father and Myself are one," |
| Who made the world around; |
| His who Jehovah's Fellow stood, |
| And claimed equality with God, |
| Whose glory knows no bounds. |
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| 4 | Jesus the Christ, on earth His name, |
| He came—in love to sinners came— |
| And bowed His head and died; |
| A full atonement now is made, |
| The ransom, by His death, is paid, |
| And Justice satisfied. |
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| 5 | That sinners might draw near to Him, |
| God planned this great, this gracious scheme, |
| And found the ransom too: |
| Let all His saints their voices raise, |
| And sing the great Redeemer's praise |
| While endless ages flow. |
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