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.