E. Caswall
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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Oft as it is sprinkled
On 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 Lamb of God.
