Jesus, the sinner's Friend
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S.M. 1 Jesus, the sinner's Friend, We hide ourselves in Thee; God looks upon Thy sprinkled blood, It is our only plea. 2 He hears Thy precious Name, We claim it as our own; The Father must accept and bless His well-beloved Son. 3 He sees Thy spotless robe, It covers all our sin; The golden gates have welcomed thee, And we may enter in. 4 Thou hast fulfilled the law, And we are justified: Ours is the blessing, Thine the curse; We live, for Thou hast died. 5 Jesus, the sinner's Friend! We cannot speak Thy praise; No mortal voice can sing the song That ransomed hearts would raise. 6 But when before the throne, Upon the glassy sea, Clothed in our blood-bought robes of white, We stand complete in Thee. 7 Jesus, we'll give Thee then Such praises as are meet, And caste ten thousand golden crowns, Adoring, at Thy feet. Mrs. Pennefather