Victim Divine, Your Grace We Claim

Victim Divine, your grace we claim,
As here your precious death we show;
Once offered up, a spotless lamb,
In your great temple here below,
You did for humankind atone;
And now you stand before the throne.

You stand within the holiest place,
As once for guilty sinners slain;
Your blood for sinners intercedes,
Redemption for the world to gain.
Your blood shall still our ransom be,
The payment made to set us free.

We have no need to go to heav'n
To bring the long-sought Savior down;
You are to all already giv'n,
And even now your banquet crown.
To ev'ry faithful soul appear,
And show your very presence here.