Glory be to Jesus,
Who in bitter pains
Poured for me the life-blood
From His sacred veins.
(2) Grace and life eternal
In that Blood I find;
Blest be His compassion,
Infinitely kind.
(3) Blest through endless ages
Be the precious stream,
Which from endless torments
Did the world redeem.
(4) Abel’s blood for vengeance
Pleaded to the skies;
But the blood of Jesus
For our pardon cries.
(5) It the conscience sprinkles,
Frees our guilty hearts;
Satan in confusion
Terror-struck departs.
(6) Oft as earth exulting
Wafts its praise on high,
Angel-hosts rejoicing
Make their glad reply.
(7) Lift ye then your voices;
Swell the mighty flood;
Louder still and louder
Praise the precious blood.