Hymn 20Old-Testament GospelHebrews iv. 2 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 glassIn which they saw a Saviour’s face. The paschal sacrifice, And blood-besprinkled door, Seen with enlightened eyes, And once apply’d with pow’r;Would teach the need of other blood,To reconcile an angry God. The Lamb, the Dove, set forth His perfect innocence, 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 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, The type, well understood, Express’d the sinner’s plea;Describ’d a guilty soul enlarg’d,And by a Saviour’s death discharg’d. Jesus, I love to trace Throughout the sacred page; The footsteps of thy grace, The same in ev’ry age!O grant that I may faithful beTo clearer light, vouchsaf’d to me.