Hail, Jesus, hail! Who for my sake,
Sweet blood from Mary's veins didst take
And shed it all for me; And shed it all for me
Oh, blessèd be my Saviour's blood,
My light, my life, my only good, to all eternity.

To endless ages let us praise
the precious blood, whose price could raise
The world from wrath and sin
Whose streams our inward thirst appease
And heal the sinner's worst disease,
If he but bathe therein.
3 Oh, sweetest blood, that can implore
Pardon of God, and heav'n restore,
The heav'n which sin had lost.
While Abel's blood for vengeance pleads,
What Jesus shed still intercedes
For those who wrong him most.

Oh, to be sprinkled from the wells
Of Christ's own sacred blood, excels
Earth's best and highest bliss;
The ministers of wrath divine
Hurt not the happy hearts that shine,
With those red drops of his.

Ah, there is joy amid the saints,
And hell's despairing courage faints
Where this sweet song we raise.
Oh, louder then, and louder still
Earth with one mighty chorus fill,
The precious blood to praise.
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In the Cross of Christ I glory
Tow'ring o'er the wrecks of time,
All the light of sacred story
Gathers round its head sublime.

When the woes of life o'ertake me,
Hopes deceive, and fears annoy,
Never shall the Cross forsake me;
Lo! it glows with peace and joy.

When the sun of bliss is beaming
Light and love upon my way,
From the Cross the radiance streaming
Adds more luster to the day.

Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure,
By the Cross are sanctified;
Peace is there that knows no measure,
Joys that through all time abide.