The Sacrifice | AdventAI

Pacific Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Oakland, California · Sep 13, 1877

The Sacrifice.

The riches of Christ's matchless love— More precious to my heart Than garlands e'er for conquerors wove, Or monarchs can impart, His voice how sweet its accents fall Upon my listening ear! My soul receives the gracious call, That calms each anxious fear.

Deep anguish pierced his bleeding heart, Death's agony he bore, The sacred Temple's veil did part— The Sacrifice was o'er!

Silence reigned deep in heaven's high courts, The harp-tuned cherubs cease, While nature in amazement stood Enwrapt in awful peace.

He died for me! each mortal sigh That heaved his fainting breast, Was offered on the cross for me, And through them I am blest. His stripes shall heal our bleeding hearts, His groans shall make our peace; His resurrection gives us life In Him that ne'er shall cease.

There is a fount whose gushing tide Can cleanse from every sin; He stands with arms extended wide And bids me come to him. I'll go from scenes of mortal strife, From pleasures here that cloy, And in his death will find new life, And in his grief my joy.