Glory Be to Jesus

Glory be to Jesus,
Who, in bitter pains,
Poured for me the life blood
From His sacred veins.

Grace and life eternal
In that blood I find;
Blest be His compassion
Infinitely kind.

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.

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