1     Jesus, the sinner's Friend,

       We hide ourselves in Thee;

    God looks upon Thy sprinkled blood,

       It is our only plea.

 2     He hears Thy precious Name,

       We claim it as our own;

    The Father must accept and bless

       His well-beloved Son.

 3     Thou hast fulfilled the law,

       And we are justified:

    Ours is the blessing, Thine the curse;

       We live, for Thou hast died.

 4     Jesus, the sinner's Friend!

       We cannot speak Thy praise;

    No mortal voice can sing the song

       That ransomed hearts would raise.

 5     But when before the throne,

       Thy face we all shall see,

    Clothed in our blood-bought robes of white,

       We'll stand complete in Thee.

 6     Jesus, we'll give Thee then

       Such praises as are meet,

    And give ten thousand thanks to Thee,

       Adoring, at Thy feet.