Christian Songs, Song XI

Thanks to that love, which gave us God To bleed, to purge our sin; Who in the worth of his own blood, The heav'ns hath enter'd in;

2 And to the holiest of all Hath consecrate a way, To enter thro' the rended vail, And grateful worship pay.

3 Here ends all search, our God to please; We'll work for life no more: This blood gives ev'ry conscience ease; 'Tis balm for ev'ry sore.

4 Bless'd are the people who are taught By sov'reign Grace to stand; In righteousness they have not wrought, Nor touch'd it with their hand.

5 Turn, ev'ry wounded conscience, here Our bleeding God survey: God from the glorious sufferer: Hath turn'd his wrath away.

6 Here's access to the Father's face Thro' Jesus' wounds and blood: At the blood-sprinkled throne of Grace Adore the living God.