O precious blood, O glorious death,
By which the sinner lives!
When stung by sin this blood we view,
And all our joy revives.
By which the sinner lives!
When stung by sin this blood we view,
And all our joy revives.
The blood that purchased our release,
And purged our crimson stains,
We challenge earth and hell to show
A sin it cannot cleanse.
Our scarlet crimes are made as wool,
And we brought nigh to God;
Thanks to that wrath-appeasing death,
That heaven-procuring blood.
The blood that makes His glorious Church
From every blemish free;
And O the riches of His love!
He poured it out for me.
The Father’s everlasting love,
And Jesus’ precious blood,
Shall be our endless themes of praise
In yonder blest abode.
In patience let us then possess
Our souls till He appear;
Our Head already is in heaven,
And we shall soon be there