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Jesus, the sinner's Friend, We hide ourselves in Thee; God looks upon Thy sprinkled blood, It is our only plea. |
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He hears Thy precious Name, We claim it as our own; The Father must accept and bless His well-beloved Son. |
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Thou hast fulfilled the law, And we are justified: Ours is the blessing, Thine the curse; We live, for Thou hast died. |
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Jesus, the sinner's Friend! We cannot speak Thy praise; No mortal voice can sing the song That ransomed hearts would raise. |
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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. |
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Jesus, we'll give Thee then Such praises as are meet, And give ten thousand thanks to Thee, Adoring, at Thy feet. |