1. How should the Lord keep back His sword from blood?
  "The soul that sinneth it shall surely die:"
  But ah, can Justice make His counsels good?
  Can Law bring in the glory from on high?
  Grace must provide a Lamb��a Ransom find;
  Redeem by One whom death no more may bind.
2. "One poor wise man" hath cried, O God, to Thee;
  His blood is counted precious in Thy sight.
  He liveth, and His name shall ever be
  Thy praise, Thy glory, Thy supreme delight.
  By Jesus' blood��that new and living way��
  God's priests shall now within the holiest stay.
3. The blood of bulls and goats for ages failed
  To purge the conscience, burdened sore with sins;
  Thy precious blood, O Lamb of God,
  prevailed��
  Through Thee, sweet Peace her endless reign begins.
  Thy blood hath made redemption e'en for me;
  Complete I stand, O risen Christ, in Thee.
4. The precious blood of Christ, it speaketh peace
  To guilty sinners, groaning 'neath their load;
  To captive spirits it proclaims release,
  And Pharaoh's slaves become the "hosts of God."
  His flesh is meat��His blood is drink indeed;
  He died, He rose, His people's cause to plead.
5. Oh, precious blood! poured freely forth for me,
  My sins are sunk beneath thy crimson tide.
  No more before th' Avenger's sword I flee!
  Christ is the Refuge��City, where I hide.
  My life's dark page, blood��sprinkled, gleameth white;
  My name shines forth in heaven in words of light. >