Thus Saith the Lord, Your Work is Vain from Psalm 40 Isaac Watts (1674-1748)

RICH SACRIFICE (C.M.) Mitch Cervinka* 2001 Score

Thus saith the Lord, Your work is vain,
   Give your burnt off-erings o'er,
In dy-ing goats and bull-ocks slain
   My soul de-lights no more.

Then spake the Sav-iour, Lo, I'm here,
   My God, to do Thy will,
What-e'er Thy sa-cred Books de-clare,
   Thy Ser-vant shall ful-fill.

Thy law is ev-er in My sight,
   I keep it near My heart;
Mine ears are op-ened with de-light
   To what Thy lips im-part.

And see, the blest Re-deem-er comes,
   Th'e-ter-nal Son ap-pears,
And at th'ap-point-ed time as-sumes
   The bod-y God pre-pares.

Much He re-vealed His Fa-ther's grace,
   And much His truth He showed,
And preached the way of right-eous-ness,
   Where great as-sem-blies stood.

His Fa-ther's hon-our touched His heart,
   He pi-tied sin-ners' cries,
And, to ful-fill a Sav-iour's part,
   Was made a sac-ri-fice.

No blood of beasts on al-tars shed
   Could wash the con-science clean;
But the rich sac-ri-fice He paid
   A-tones for all our sin.

Then was the great sal-va-tion spread,
   And Sa-tan's king-dom shook;
Thus by the wo-man's pro-mised Seed
   The ser-pent's head was broke.

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*Music: Composed 2001 by Mitch Cervinka.
Donated to the Public Domain for the unrestricted use of Christ's church.