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- Hail, Jesus, hail! who for my sake,
Sweet blood from Mary’s veins didst,
And Shed it all for me:
Oh, blessed be my Saviour’s blood,
My light, my life, my only good,
To all eternity.
- To endless ages let us praise.
The precious blood whose price could raise,
The world from wrath and sin;
Whose streams our inward thirst appease,
And heal the sinner’s worst disease,
If he but bathe therein.
- Oh, Sweetest blood, that can implore,
Pardon of God, and heaven restored,
The heaven which sin had lost;
While Abel’s blood for vengeance pleads,
What Jesus shed still intercedes,
For those who wrong him most.
- Oh, to be sprinkled from the wells
Of Christ’s own sacred blood, excels,
Earth’s best and highest bliss;
The ministers wrath divine,
Hurt not the happy hearts that shine,
With those red drops of his.
- Ah, there is joy amid the Saints,
And hell’s despairing courage faints,
When this sweet song we raise:
Oh, louder then, and louder still,
Earth with one mighty chorus fill,
The precious blood to praise.