The Holy Sacrifice
Victim divine, thy grace we claim,
While thus thy precious death we show;
Once offered up a spotless lamb,
In thy great temple here below.
Thou dids't for all mankind atone,
And standest now before the Throne.
God still respects thy Sacrifice,
Its saviour sweet doth always please;
The offering smokes through earth and skies,
Diffusing life and joy and peace.
To these Thy lower courts it comes,
And fills them with Divine perfumes.
We need not now go up to heaven
to bring the long-sought Savior down;
thou art to all already given,
thou dost e'en now thy banquet crown:
To every faithful soul appear,
And show thy real presence here.