The perfect lamb

"In the same way, after the supper he took the cup, saying, 'This cup is the new covenant in my blood, which is poured out for you' " (Luke 22:20).


O Perfect Lamb of Passover,
Let me not quickly run.
Recount to me the blessed plot,
Tell how the plan was spun
That I, a slave of Egypt's lusts,
A prisoner of dark dread,
Could be condemned unto a cross
And find you nailed instead.