Glory be to Jesus

Glory be to Jesus,
  Who in bitter pains
Poured for me the life-blood
  From His sacred veins.

Grace and life eternal
  In that Blood I find;
Blest be His compassion,
  Infinitely kind.

Blest through endless ages
  Be the precious stream,
Which from endless torments
  Did the world redeem.

Abel’s blood for vengeance
  Pleaded to the skies;
But the blood of Jesus
  For our pardon cries.

It the conscience sprinkles,
  Frees our guilty hearts;
Satan in confusion
  Terror-struck departs.

Oft as earth exulting
  Wafts its praise on high,
Angel-hosts rejoicing
  Make their glad reply.

Lift ye then your voices;
  Swell the mighty flood;
Louder still and louder
  Praise the precious blood.