412. Oxce, only once, and once for all

Oxce, only once, and once for all,

His precious life He gave;

Before the Cross our spirits fall,

And own it strong to save.

" One offering, single and complete,"

With lips and heart we Bay;

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 wlx-re 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.

All glory to the Father be,

All glory to the Son,

All glory, Holy Ghost, to Thee

While endless ago- run.