The Great Antitype

Verse 1

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.

Verse 2

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.

Verse 3

Vain in themselves their duties were, Their services could never please, Till joined with Thine, and made to share The merits of Thy righteousness.

Verse 4

Forward they cast a faithful look On Thy approaching sacrifice; And thence their pleasing savor took, And rose accepted in the skies.

Verse 5

These feeble types and shadows old, Are all in Thee, the truth, fulfilled; We in Thy sacrifice behold The substance of those rites revealed.

Verse 6

Thy meritorious sufferings past, We see by faith to us brought back; And, on Thy grand oblation cast, Its saving benefits partake.