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 

   Thou hast fulfilled the law,

   And we are justified:

Ours is the blessing, Thine the curse;

   We live, for Thou hast died.

 4 

   Jesus, the sinner's Friend!

   We cannot speak Thy praise;

No mortal voice can sing the song

   That ransomed hearts would raise.

 5 

   But when before the throne,

   Thy face we all shall see,

Clothed in our blood-bought robes of white,

   We'll stand complete in Thee.

 6 

   Jesus, we'll give Thee then

   Such praises as are meet,

And give ten thousand thanks to Thee,

   Adoring, at Thy feet.