ONE all-availing sacrifice,
One payment — full and large,
And lo! the sins of myriad souls
Obtain a full discharge;
For such the glorious worth of Him
Who earth’s sad desert trod,
That singly — all alone — He could
Propitiate our God.
“Once purged,” the worshippers now stand
Beneath the searching eye
Of Him whom seraphim adore,
And “holy, holy” cry
With faces veiled — full well they know
His majesty and might,
Yet, through the blood, as white as snow
The cleansed ones in His sight.
With boldness, then, most blessed God,
With joy we enter in
The holiest, where glory shines,
Nor fear that place within;
The blood, of untold worth, of Christ
Has satisfied Thy throne,
And set us free to worship Thee
Through what HE did, alone.
A. H. LYCETT.