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Verse 1

Must Jesus bear the cross alone,
And all the world go free?
No, there’s a cross for every one,
And there’s a cross for me.

Verse 2

The consecrated cross I’ll bear
Till death shall set me free;
And then go home my crown to wear,
For there’s a crown for me.

Verse 3

Upon the crystal pavement, down
At Jesus’ piercèd feet,
Joyful, I’ll cast my golden crown,
And His dear Name repeat.

Verse 4

O precious cross! O glorious crown!
O resurrection day!
Ye angels, from the stars come down,
And bear my soul away.

Verse 1

There is a fountain filled with blood,
Drawn from Immanuel’s veins,
And sinners plunged beneath that flood,
Lose all their guilty stains.

Refrain

Oh, glorious fountain!
Here will I stay,
And in thee ever
Wash my sins away.

Verse 2

The dying thief rejoiced to see,
That fountain in his day,
And there may I, though vile as he,
Wash all my sins away.

Verse 3

Thou dying Lamb, thy precious blood,
Shall never lose its power,
Till all the ransomed church of God,
Are saved to sin no more.

Verse 4

E’er since by faith I saw the stream
Thy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme,
And shall be till I die.

Verse 5

And when this feeble, faltering tongue
Lies silent in the grave,
Then in a nobler, sweeter song,
I’ll sing thy power to save.

Verse 1

Salvation! oh, the joyful sound!
What pleasure to our ears;
A sovereign balm for every wound,
A cordial for our fears.

Verse 2

Salvation! let the echo fly
The spacious earth around,
While all the armies of the sky
Conspire to raise the sound.

Verse 3

Salvation! O thou bleeding Lamb!
To Thee the praise belongs:
Salvation shall inspire our hearts,
And dwell upon our tongues.

Verse 1

Not all the blood of beasts,
On Jewish altars slain,
Could give the guilty conscience peace,
Or wash away the stain.

Verse 2

But Christ, the heavenly Lamb,
Takes all our sins away;
A sacrifice of nobler name,
And richer blood than they.

Verse 3

My faith would lay her hand
On that dear head of Thine,
While like a penitent I stand,
And there confess my sin.

Verse 4

My soul looks back to see
The burden thou didst bear;
While hanging on the cursed tree,
And knows her guilt was there.

Verse 1

Sinners Jesus will receive;
Sound this word of grace to all
Who the heavenly pathway leave,
All who linger, all who fall.

Refrain

Sing it o’er and o’er again;
Christ receiveth sinful men,
Make the message clear and plain:
Christ receiveth sinful men.

Verse 2

Come, and he will give you rest;
Trust him for his word is plain;
He will take the sinfulest;
Christ receiveth sinful men.

Verse 3

Now my heart condemns me not,
Pure before the law I stand;
He who cleansed me from all spot,
Satisfied its last demand.

Verse 4

Christ receiveth sinful men,
Even me with all my sin;
Purged from every spot and stain,
Heaven with him I’ll enter in.

Verse 1

Depth of mercy! can there be
Mercy still reserved for me?
Can my God his wrath forbear?
Me, the chief of sinners, spare?

Refrain

God is love; I know, I feel;
Jesus weeps and loves me still;
Jesus weeps and loves me still.

Verse 2

I have long withstood his grace,
Long provoked him to his face;
Would not hearken to his calls;
Grieved him by a thousand falls.

Verse 3

There for me the Savior stands;
Shows his wounds and spreads his hands;
God is love; I know, I feel;
Jesus weeps, and loves me still.

Verse 4

Now incline me to repent;
Let me now my fall lament;
Now my foul revolt deplore;
Weep, believe, and sin no more.

Verse 1

Blow ye the trumpet, blow!
The gladly solemn sound,
Let all the nations know,
To earth’s remotest bound,
The year of jubilee is come,
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

Verse 2

Jesus, our great High Priest,
Hath full atonement made:
Ye weary spirits! rest,
Ye mournful souls! be glad;
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners! home.

Verse 3

Extol the Lamb of God,--
The all-atoning Lamb;
Redemption in his blood,
Throughout the world, proclaim;
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners! home.

Verse 4

Ye, who have sold for naught
Your heritage above!
Shall have it back unbought,
The gift of Jesus’ love;
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners! home.

Verse 1

Sweet the moments, rich in blessing,
Which before the cross I spend;
Life and health and peace possessing
From the sinner’s dying Friend.

Verse 2

Here I’ll sit, for ever viewing
Mercy’s streams in streams of blood;
Precious drops, my soul bedewing,
Plead and claim my peace with God.

Verse 3

Truly blessed is this station,
Low before His cross to lie,
While I see Divine compassion
Pleading in His languid eye.

Verse 4

Love and grief my heart dividing,
With my tears His feet I’ll bathe;
Constant still in faith abiding,
Life deriving from His death.

Verse 1

When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.

Verse 2

Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ my God:
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to His blood.

Verse 3

See, from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down:
Did e’er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

Verse 4

Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so Divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.

Verse 1

Hark! the voice of love and mercy
Sounds aloud from Calvary;
See, it rends the rocks asunder,
Shakes the earth, and veils the sky:
“It is finished!”
Hear the dying Saviour cry.

Verse 2

“It is finished!”—O what pleasure
Do these precious words afford;
Heavenly blessings, without measure,
Flow to us from Christ the Lord:
“It is finished!”
Saints, the dying words record.

Verse 3

Finished all the types and shadows
Of the ceremonial law;
Finished all that God had promised:
Death and hell no more shall awe:
“It is finished!”
Saints, from hence your comfort draw.

Verse 4

Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs,
Join to sing the pleasing theme;
All in earth, and all in heaven,
Join to praise Emmanuel’s Name:
Alleluia!
Glory to the bleeding Lamb.

Verse 1

Sinners Jesus will receive;
Sound this word of grace to all
Who the heavenly pathway leave,
All who linger, all who fall.

Refrain

Sing it o’er and o’er again;
Christ receiveth sinful men,
Make the message clear and plain:
Christ receiveth sinful men.

Verse 2

Come, and he will give you rest;
Trust him for his word is plain;
He will take the sinfulest;
Christ receiveth sinful men.

Verse 3

Now my heart condemns me not,
Pure before the law I stand;
He who cleansed me from all spot,
Satisfied its last demand.

Verse 4

Christ receiveth sinful men,
Even me with all my sin;
Purged from every spot and stain,
Heaven with him I’ll enter in.

Verse 1

Blow ye the trumpet, blow,
The gladly solemn sound;
Let all the nations know,
To earth’s remotest bound,
The year of Jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

Verse 2

Jesus, our Great High Priest,
Hath full atonement made;
Ye weary spirits, rest;
Ye mournful souls, be glad:
The year of Jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

Verse 3

Extol the Lamb of God,
The all-atoning Lamb;
Redemption in His blood
Throughout the world proclaim:
The year of Jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

Verse 4

Ye, who have sold for naught
Your heritage above,
Shall have it back unbought,
The gift of Jesus’ love:
The year of Jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

Verse 5

The gospel trumpet hear,
The news of heavenly grace;
And, saved from earth, appear
Before your Saviour’s face:
The year of Jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

Verse 1

Not all the blood of beasts
On Jewish altars slain,
Could give the guilty conscience peace,
Or wash away the stain:

Verse 2

But Christ, the heavenly Lamb,
Takes all our sins away,
A sacrifice of nobler name
And richer blood than they.

Verse 3

My faith would lay her hand
On that dear head of Thine,
While like a penitent I stand,
And there confess my sin.

Verse 4

My soul looks back to see
The burdens Thou didst bear,
When hanging on the cursèd tree,
And hopes her guilt was there.

Verse 5

Believing, we rejoice
To see the curse remove;
We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice,
And sing His bleeding love.

Verse 1

Nature with open volume stands
To spread her Maker’s praise abroad,
And every labor of His hands
Shows something worthy of a God.

Verse 2

But in the grace that rescued man
His brightest form of glory shines;
Here, on the cross, ’tis fairest drawn
In precious blood and crimson lines.

Verse 3

O the sweet wonders of that cross
Where my Redeemer loved and died!
Her noblest life my spirit draws
From His dear wounds and bleeding side.

Verse 4

I would for ever speak His Name
In sounds to mortal ears unknown,
With angels join to praise the Lamb,
And worship at His Father’s throne.

Verse 1

From the cross uplifted high,
Where the Saviour deigns to die,
What melodious sounds I hear,
Bursting on my ravished ear:
“Love’s redeeming work is done,
Come and welcome, sinner, come.”

Verse 2

“Sprinkled now with blood the throne,
Why beneath thy burdens groan?
On My piercèd body laid,
Justice owns the ransom paid,
Bow the knee, and kiss the Son,
Come and welcome, sinner, come.

Verse 3

“Spread for thee, the festal board
See with richest dainties stored;
To thy Father’s bosom pressed,
Yet again a child confessed,
Never from His house to roam,
Come and welcome, sinner, come.

Verse 4

“Soon the days of life shall end;
Lo, I come, your Saviour, Friend,
Safe your spirits to convey
To the realms of endless day:
Up to My eternal home,
Come and welcome, sinner, come.”

Verse 1

When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.

Verse 2

Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ my God:
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to His blood.

Verse 3

See, from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down:
Did e’er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

Verse 4

Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so Divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.

Verse 1

Arise, my soul, arise,
Shake off thy guilty fears;
The bleeding sacrifice
In my behalf appears;
Before the throne my Surety stands,
My name is written on his hands.

Verse 2

He ever lives above,
For me to intercede;
His all-redeeming love,
His precious blood to plead;
His blood atoned for all our race,
And sprinkles now the throne of grace.

Verse 3

Five bleeding wounds he bears,
Received on Calvary;
They pour effectual prayers,
They strongly speak for me;
Forgive him, O forgive, they cry,
Nor let that ransomed sinner die.

Verse 4

The Father hears him pray,
His dear Anointed One;
He cannot turn away
The presence of his Son;
His Spirit answers to the blood,
And tells me I am born of God.

Verse 5

My God is reconciled,
His pard’ning voice I hear,
He owns me for his child,
I can no longer fear;
With confidence I now draw nigh,
And Father, Abba, Father, cry.

Verse 1

Not all the blood of beasts
On Jewish altars slain,
Could give the guilty conscience peace,
Or wash away the stain:

Verse 2

But Christ, the heavenly Lamb,
Takes all our sins away,
A sacrifice of nobler name
And richer blood than they.

Verse 3

My faith would lay her hand
On that dear head of Thine,
While like a penitent I stand,
And there confess my sin.

Verse 4

My soul looks back to see
The burdens Thou didst bear,
When hanging on the cursèd tree,
And hopes her guilt was there.

Verse 5

Believing, we rejoice
To see the curse remove;
We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice,
And sing His bleeding love.

Verse 1

When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.

Verse 2

Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ my God:
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to His blood.

Verse 3

See, from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down:
Did e’er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

Verse 4

Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so Divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.