Old Testament Gospel. - Hebrews iv.2.

A poem by William Cowper

Israel, in ancient days,
Not only had a view
Of Sinai in a blaze,
But learn’d the Gospel too;
The types and figures were a glass
In which they saw a Saviour’s face.

The paschal sacrifice,
And blood-besprinkled door,[1]
Seen with enlighten’d eyes,
And once applied with power,
Would teach the need of other blood,
To reconcile an angry God.

The Lamb, the Dove, set forth
His perfect innocence,[2]
Whose blood of matchless worth
Should be the soul’s defence;
For he who can for sin atone,
Must have no failings of his own.

The scape-goat on his head[3]
The people’s trespass bore,
And, to the desert led,
Was to be seen no more:
In him our Surety seem’d to say,
“Behold, I bear your sins away.”

Dipt in his fellow’s blood,
The living bird went free;[4]
The type, well understood,
Express’d the sinner’s plea;
Described a guilty soul enlarged,
And by a Saviour’s death discharged.

Jesus, I love to trace,
Throughout the sacred page,
The footsteps of thy grace,
The same in every age!
O grant that I may faithful be
To clearer light vouchsafed to me!

Reader Comments

Tell us what you think of 'Old Testament Gospel. - Hebrews iv.2.' by William Cowper

comments powered by Disqus