1  Glory be to Jesus,

       Who in bitter pains

    Poured for me the life-blood

       From His sacred veins.

 2  Grace and life eternal

       In that Blood I find;

    Blest be His compassion,

       Infinitely kind.

 3  Blest through endless ages

       Be the precious stream,

    Which from endless torments

       Did the world redeem.

 4  Abel's blood for vengeance

       Pleaded to the skies;

    But the blood of Jesus

       For our pardon cries.

 5  It the conscience sprinkles,

       Frees our guilty hearts;

    Satan in confusion

       Terror-struck departs.

 6  Oft as earth exulting

       Wafts its praise on high,

    Angel-hosts rejoicing

       Make their glad reply.

 7  Lift ye then your voices;

       Swell the mighty flood;

    Louder still and louder

       Praise the precious blood.