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How shall we come before the Lord?
And how approach to the Most High?
Met in his house with one accord,
At his commandment we draw nigh.
Not hecatombs he now requires,
The daily blood of slaughtered beasts;
Quenched are the ancient altar fires,
Extinct the line of typic priests.
Man’s only Mediator stands
before the Father’s throne to plead
His sole atonement: in his hands
Our cause is safe; it must succeed.
The broken heart in sacrifice,
The contrite spirit let us bring,
For thou, O God! Wilt not despise
Thine own appointed offering.
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