Thus Saith the Lord, “Your Work Is Vain”

Thus saith the Lord

Your work is vain

Give your burnt of­fer­ings o’er;

In dy­ing goats

and bul­locks slain

My soul de­lights no more.

Then spake the Sav­ior

“Lo

I’m here

My God

to do Thy will;

Whate’er Thy sac­red books de­clare

Thy serv­ant shall ful­fill.

Thy law is ev­er in My sight

I keep it near My heart;

Mine ears are op­ened with de­light

To what Thy lips im­part.

And see

the blest Re­deem­er comes

Th’eter­nal Son ap­pears

And at th’ap­point­ed time as­sumes

The bo­dy God pre­pares.

Much He re­vealed His Fa­ther’s grace

And much His truth He showed

And preached the way of right­eous­ness

Where great as­sem­blies stood.

His Fa­ther’s hon­or touched His heart

He pi­tied sin­ners’ cries

And to ful­fill a Sav­ior’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 pro­mised seed

The ser­pent’s head was broke.