1 By Jesu's Blood-shedding I Happiness gain,
My Heart's ever pleading the Fruit of his Pain;
The Blessings for-ever made over to me
By my dying Saviour on the shameful Tree;
How sweet the Relation, my Lord, and my god,
Eternal Salvation I view in thy Blood.
2 Then thou my Soul venture on his Death and Smart,
Into his Wounds enter and view his dear Heart;
No more be thou grieving, oppress'd with thy sin,
But live by believing where thou art made clean;
Look up to thy Surety, and still in his Blood,
Behold all thy Purity, Meetness for God.
3 Here would I live ever, 'tis here i am blest,
The Wounds of the Saviour, is my perfect Rest;
In Spirit here meeting the Friends of the Lamb,
With heavenly Greeting we'll hail his dear Name,
As one all agreeing to praise our Lord, God,
And thank him for freeing our Souls by his Blood.