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.