The Poetry Corner

Old Testament Gospel. - Hebrews iv.2.

By William Cowper

Israel, in ancient days, Not only had a view Of Sinai in a blaze, But learnd the Gospel too; The types and figures were a glass In which they saw a Saviours face. The paschal sacrifice, And blood-besprinkled door,[1] Seen with enlightend 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 souls defence; For he who can for sin atone, Must have no failings of his own. The scape-goat on his head[3] The peoples trespass bore, And, to the desert led, Was to be seen no more: In him our Surety seemd to say, Behold, I bear your sins away. Dipt in his fellows blood, The living bird went free;[4] The type, well understood, Expressd the sinners plea; Described a guilty soul enlarged, And by a Saviours 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!