Classic Poem

Glory be to Jesus,
Who in bitter pains,
Pour'd for me the life-blood,
From His sacred veins!

Grace and life eternal
In that Blood I find;
Blest be His compassion,
Infinitely kind!

Blest through endless ages
Be the precious stream,
Which from endless torment
Doth the world redeem!

There the fainting spirit
Drinks of life her fill;
There as in a fountain
Laves herself at will.

O, the Blood of Christ!
It soothes the Father's ire;
Opes the gate of Heaven;
Quells eternal fire.

Abel's blood for vengeance
Pleaded to the skies;
But the Blood of Jesus
For our pardon cries.

Oft as it is sprinkled
On our guilty hearts,
Satan in confusion
Terror-struck departs;

Oft as earth exulting
Wafts its praise on high
Hell with terror trembles;
Heav'n is fill'd with joy.

Lift ye, then, your voices;
Swell the mighty flood;
Louder still and louder,
Praise the Precious Blood.