128. Though All the Beasts That Live and Feed
8.8.6.D.
by T. Kelly
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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:
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"A better sacrifice" than these
It needs, the conscience to appease
No blood hath virtue to atone
For man’s offence, but His alone
Whose title is "The Word."
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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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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,
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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