All Ye That Pass By

All ye that pass by

to Je­sus draw nigh:

To you is it no­thing that Je­sus should die?

Your ran­som and peace

your sure­ty He is:

Come

see if there ever was sor­row like His.

For what you have done His blood must atone:

The Fa­ther hath pun­ished for you His dear Son.

The Lord

in the day of His an­ger

did lay

Your sins on the Lamb

and He bore them away.

He an­swered for all: O come at His call

And low at His cross with aston­ish­ment fall!

But lift up your eyes at Je­sus’ cries:

Impassive

He suf­fers; im­mor­tal

He dies.

He dies to atone for sins not His own;

Your debt He hath paid

and your work He hath done.

Ye all may re­ceive the peace He did leave

Who made in­ter­cess­ion

My Fa­ther

for­give!

For you and for me He prayed on the tree:

The pray­er is ac­cept­ed

the sin­ner is free.

That sin­ner am I

who on Je­sus re­ly

And come for the par­don God can­not de­ny.

My par­don I claim; for a sin­ner I am

A sin­ner be­liev­ing in Je­sus’ name.

He pur­chased the grace which now I em­brace:

O Fa­ther

Thou know’st He hath died in my place.

His death is my plea; my ad­vo­cate see

And hear the blood speak that hath an­swered for me.

My ran­som He was when He bled on the cross;

And los­ing His life He hath car­ried my cause.