Lord, Thou art all the offerings

Lord

Thou art all the offerings

Prepared by God for us;

They are so rich in meaning

So sweet and glorious.

They have fulfilled God’s purpose

And met His heart’s desire;

They too have satisfied us

And faced what we require.

Thou art the burnt-oblation

Consumed by holy fire;

To God as a sweet savor

Fulfilling His desire.

Thou walkedst in God’s presence

And all His will pursued;

Thyself the spotless offering

For us to God as food.

Thou art the meal-oblation

With “oil” and “frankincense”;

’Tis holy

fine

and perfect

And sweet to every sense.

Thou art the peace-oblation

The peace for us to make

That we with God may share Thee

As food of Thee partake.

Thou art the sin-oblation

For us Thou sin wast made;

By death for our redemption

The ransom Thou hast paid.

Thou art the trespass-offering

Thou all our sins didst bear

To satisfy God’s justice

That we His pardon share.

Thou art the wave-oblation

The resurrected One;

O’er hades

death and darkness

The vict’ry Thou hast won.

Thou art the heave-oblation

Thou didst ascend to God;

As such in heav’nly places

Thou art our holy food.