This world of holocaust and war,
Tumult, hate, and dying.
Is there yet hope of peace in store,
World and flesh denying?
Let chaos cease, for God’s my peace.
For I – the problem with this world,
Man in damned rebellion –
Must bring my scape-goat from herd,
Substitute for hell-sins.
A perfect beast to die for peace.
The priest would kill him, drain his blood,
On the altar pour it.
The offal burnt before our God,
Fat – the best – the Lord gets.
On him we feast who bought our peace.
So Christ fulfills this sacrifice,
Drained for our redemption.
His blood, His flesh, a feast of life,
My life bequeathed in thanks for peace.