1  Lord, Thou art all the offerings

       Prepared by God for us;

    They are so rich in meaning,

       So sweet and glorious.

    They have fulfilled God's purpose

       And met His heart's desire;

    They too have satisfied us,

       And faced what we require.

 2  Thou art the burnt-oblation,

       Consumed by holy fire;

    To God as a sweet savor,

       Fulfilling His desire.

    Thou walkedst in God's presence,

       And all His will pursued;

    Thyself the spotless offering,

       For us to God as food.

 3  Thou art the meal-oblation,

       With "oil" and "frankincense";

    'Tis holy, fine, and perfect,

       And sweet to every sense.'

    Thou art the peace-oblation,

       The peace for us to make,

    That we with God may share Thee,

       As food of Thee partake.

 4  Thou art the sin-oblation,

       For us Thou sin wast made;

    By death for our redemption

       The ransom Thou hast paid.

    Thou art the trespass-offering,

       Thou all our sins didst bear

    To satisfy God's justice,

       That we His pardon share.

 5  Thou art the wave-oblation,

       The resurrected One;

    O'er Hades, death and darkness,

       The vict'ry Thou hast won.

    Thou art the heave-oblation,

       Thou didst ascend to God;

    As such in heav'nly places

       Thou art our holy food.