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6.5.6.5.
1 Glory be to Jesus,
Who, in bitter pains,
Pour’d for me the life-blood
From His sacred veins!
2 Grace and life eternal
In that blood I find;
Blest be His compassion,
Infinitely kind.
3 Blest through endless ages
Be the precious stream
Which from endless torments
Did the world redeem.
4 Abel’s blood for vengeance
Pleaded to the skies;
But the blood of Jesus
For our pardon cries.
5 Oft as it is sprinkled
On our guilty hearts,
Satan in confusion
Terror-struck departs.
6 Oft as earth exulting
Wafts its praise on high,
Angel hosts, rejoicing,
Make their glad reply.
7 Lift ye then your voices,
Swell the mighty flood;
Louder still and louder
Praise the precious blood.
E. Caswall