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.