Glory Be to Jesus

Glory be to Je­sus

Who

in bit­ter pains

Poured for me the life­blood

From His sac­red veins!

Grace and life eter­nal

In that blood I find;

Blest be His com­pas­sion

Infinitely kind.

Blest through end­less ag­es

Be the pre­cious stream

Which from end­less tor­ments

Doth the world re­deem.

There the faint­ing spir­it

Drinks of life her fill;

There as in a fount­ain

Laves her­self at will.

O

the blood of Christ! it

Soothes the Fa­ther’s ire;

Opes the gate of Heav­en;

Quells eter­nal fire.

Abel’s blood for ven­geance

Pleaded to the skies;

But the blood of Je­sus

For our par­don cries.

Oft as it is sprin­kled

On our guil­ty hearts

Satan in con­fu­sion

Terror struck de­parts.

Oft as earth ex­ult­ing

Wafts its praise on high

Angel hosts

re­joic­ing

Make their glad re­ply.

Lift we then our voic­es

Swell the migh­ty flood;

Louder still and loud­er

Praise the pre­cious blood!