Hebrews 10:10

• [Heb 10:10] Once, Only Once

  Once, only once, and once for all, His precious life He gave; Before the cross in faith we fall, And own it strong to save. “One off’ring, single and complete,” With lips and hearts we say; But what He never can repeat He shows forth day by day. For as the priest of Aaron’s line Within the holiest stood, And sprinkled all the mercy shrine With sacrificial blood; So He, who once atonement wrought, Our Priest of endless power, Presents Himself for those He bought In that dark noontide hour. His manhood pleads where now it lives On heaven’s eternal throne, And where in mystic rite He gives Its presence to His own. And so we show Thy death, O Lord, Till Thou again appear, And feel, when we approach Thy board, We have an altar here.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Heb 10:10] True Messiah Now Appears, The

  The true Messiah now appears, The types are all withdrawn; So fly the shadows and the stars Before the rising dawn. No smoking sweets, nor bleeding lambs, Nor kid nor bullock slain; Incense and spice of costly names Would all be burnt in vain. Aaron must lay his robes away, His miter and his vest, When God Himself comes down to be The offering and the priest. He took our mortal flesh to show The wonders of His love; For us He paid His life below, And prays for us above. “Father,” He cries, “forgive their sins, For I Myself have died”; And then He shows His opened veins And pleads His wounded side.

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Hebrews 10:14

• [Heb 10:14] When O’er My Sins I Sorrow

  When o’er my sins I sorrow, Lord, I will look to Thee And hence my comfort borrow That Thou wast slain for me; Yea, Lord, Thy precious blood was spilt For me, O most unworthy, To take away my guilt. Oh, what a marvelous offering! Behold, the Master spares His servants, and their suffering And grief for them He bears. God stoopeth from His throne on high; For me, His guilty creature, He deigns as man to die. My manifold transgression Henceforth can harm me none Since Jesus’ bloody Passion For me God’s grace hath won. His precious blood my debts hath paid; Of hell and all its torments I am no more afraid. Therefore I will forever Give glory unto Thee, O Jesus, loving Savior, For what Thou didst for me. I’ll spend my breath in songs of thanks For Thy sad cry, Thy sufferings, Thy wrongs, Thy guiltless death.

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  source: Cyberhymnal