Thus saith the Lord, Your work is vain,
Give your burnt of­fer­ings o’er;
In dy­ing goats, and bul­locks slain
My soul de­lights no more.

Then spake the Sav­ior, “Lo, I’m here,
My God, to do Thy will;
Whate’er Thy sac­red books de­clare,
Thy ser­vant shall ful­fill.

Thy law is ev­er in My sight,
I keep it near My heart;
Mine ears are op­ened with de­light,
To what Thy lips im­part.

And see, the blest Re­deem­er comes,
Th’eter­nal Son ap­pears,
And at th’ap­point­ed time as­sumes
The bo­dy God pre­pares.

Much He re­vealed His Fa­ther’s grace,
And much His truth He showed,
And preached the way of right­eous­ness
Where great as­sem­blies stood.

His Fa­ther’s hon­or touched His heart,
He pi­tied sin­ners’ cries,
And to ful­fill a Sav­ior’s part,
Was made a sac­ri­fice.

No blood of beasts on al­tars shed
Could wash the con­science clean;
But the rich sac­ri­fice He paid
Atones for all our sin.

Then was the great sal­va­tion spread,
And Sa­tan’s king­dom shook;
Thus by the wo­man’s pro­mised seed
The ser­pent’s head was broke.