The Ancient Law Departs

The an­cient law de­parts

And all its ter­rors cease;

For Je­sus makes with faith­ful hearts

A co­ve­nant of peace.

The light of light di­vine

True bright­ness un­de­filed

He bears for us the shame of sin

A holy

spotl­ess child.

His in­fant bo­dy now

Begins our pains to feel;

Those pre­cious drops of blood that flow

For death the vic­tim seal.

Today the name is Thine

At which we bend the knee;

They call Thee Je­sus

child div­ine!

Our Je­sus deign to be.