We see the blood of Jesus shed
Where all our pardons rise
The sinner views the atonement made
And Loves the sacrafies

Thy cruel thornes thy shameful cross
Procure us heavenly crowns
Our highest gain springs from thy loss
Our healing from thy wounds

O, 'tis impossible that we
Who dwell in feeble clay
Should equal sufferings bear to thee
Or Equal thanks repay

We see the blood of Jesus shed There all our pardons rise The Sinner views the atonement made And Loves the sacrafies

Thy cruel thornes thy shameful cross Procure us heavenly crowns Our highest gain springs from thy loss Our healing from thy wounds

O, 'tis impossible that we Who dwell in feeble clay Should equal sufferings lean to thee Or Equal thanks repay