1 

Glory be to Jesus,

   Who in bitter pains

Poured 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 

It the conscience sprinkles,

   Frees 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.