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 spreads 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 now 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!