Victim Divine

Verse 1

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 our kind atone, and standest now before the throne.

Verse 2

Thou standest in the holiest place, as now for guilty sinners slain; thy blood of sprinkling speaks, and prays, all prevalent for helpless ones; thy blood is still our ransom found, and speaks salvation all around.

Verse 3

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 called his rebels to a crown.

Verse 4

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.

Verse 5

We need not 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!