Thus Saith The Lord Your Work Is Vain

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

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

“Thy law is ever in my sight,
“I keep it near My heart;
“Mine eyes are open’d with delight,
“To what thy lips impart.”

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

Much he reveal’d His Father’s grace,
And much his truth he show’d,
And preach’d the way of righteousness
Where great assemblies stood.

His Father’s honour touched his heart,
He pity’d sinners’ cries,
And, to fulfil a Saviour’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 promis’d seed
The serpent’s head was broke.