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Glory be to Jesus, Who in bitter pains Poured for me the life-blood From His sacred veins. |
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Grace and life eternal In that Blood I find; Blest be His compassion, Infinitely kind. |
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Blest through endless ages Be the precious stream, Which from endless torments Did the world redeem. |
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Abel's blood for vengeance Pleaded to the skies; But the blood of Jesus For our pardon cries. |
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It the conscience sprinkles, Frees our guilty hearts; Satan in confusion Terror-struck departs. |
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Oft as earth exulting Wafts its praise on high, Angel-hosts rejoicing Make their glad reply. |
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Lift ye then your voices; Swell the mighty flood; Louder still and louder Praise the precious blood. |