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- Glory be to Jesus,
Who in bitter pains,
Pour’d for me the life-blood,
From his sacred veins.
- Grace and life eternal.
In that blood I find.
Blest be his compassion.
Infinitely kind.
- Blest through endless ages,
Be the precious stream,
Which from endless torment,
Doth the world redeem.
- There the fainting spirit,
Drinks of life her fill,
There as in a fountain,
Leaves herself at will.
- Abel’s blood for vengeance,
Pleaded to the skies;
But the blood of Jesus,
For our pardon cries.
- Often as it is sprinkled,
On our guilty hearts,
Satan in confusion.
Terror-struck departs.
- Often as earth exalting,
Wafts its praise on high,
Hell with horror tremble;
Heav’n is filled with joy.
- Lift ye, then, your voices;
Swell the mighty flood;
Louder still and louder,
Praise the precious blood.