Jesus, Whose Blood So Freely Streamed

Jesus

whose blood so free­ly streamed

To sa­tis­fy the law’s de­mand;

By Thee from guilt and wrath re­deemed

Before the Fa­ther’s face I stand.

To re­con­cile of­fend­ing man

Make Jus­tice drop her ang­ry rod;

What crea­ture could have formed the plan

Or who ful­fill it but a God?

No drop re­mains of all the curse

For wretch­es who de­served the whole;

No ar­rows dipped in wrath to pierce

The guil­ty

but re­turn­ing soul.

Peace by such means so dear­ly bought

What re­bel could have hoped to see?

Peace by his in­jured sov­er­eign wrought

His sov­er­eign fast­ened to a tree.

Now

Lord

Thy fee­ble worm pre­pare!

For strife with earth and hell be­gins;

Conform and gird me for the war;

They hate the soul that hates his sins.

Let them in hor­rid league agree!

They may as­sault

they may dis­tress;

But can­not quench Thy love to me

Nor rob me of the Lord my peace.