1 VICTIM DIVINE, Thy grace we claim While thus Thy precious death we show; Once offer’d up, a spotless Lamb, In Thy great temple here below, Thou didst for all mankind atone, And standest now before the throne. 2 Thou standest in the holiest place, As now for guilty sinners slain; Thy blood of sprinkling speaks, and prays, All-prevalent for helpless man; Thy blood is still our ransom found, And spreads salvation all around. 3 The smoke of Thy atonement here Darken’d the sun and rent