Faith in the Blood

If asked where­on I rest my claim

To full sal­va­tion’s joy

If no­thing more I need to name

Or oth­er words em­ploy

Besides our Sav­ior’s blood and wounds

To me all-sa­tis­fy­ing grounds;

I an­swer then

My claim is good!

’Tis based on Je­sus’ blood.

This is my hope’s foun­da­tion firm

Which ev­er shall en­dure;

Yea

at the end of life’s brief term

I’ll rest there­on se­cure

And dread­ed death shall lose its sting

As of my Sav­ior’s wounds I sing;

His pre­cious blood shall be the key

That op­ens Heav’n for me.