Verse 1
Jesu, to thee in faith we look,
O that our services might rise
Perfum’d and mingled with the smoke
Of thy sweet-smelling sacrifice.
Verse 2
Thy sacrifice with heavenly powers
Replete, all-holy, all-divine,
Human and weak, and sinful ours;
How can the two oblations join?
Verse 3
Thy offering doth to ours impart
Its righteousness and saving grace,
While charg’d with all our sins thou art,
To death devoted in our place.
Verse 4
Our mean imperfect sacrifice
On thine is as a burthen thrown,
Both in a common flame arise,
And both in God’s account are one.