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