The Blood of Christ (cont.)

4. See the red wounds streaming, With Christ's life-blood gleaming:
   Blood for sinner flowing, Pardon free bestowing.

2. Do we pass that cross unheeding, Breathing no repentant vow,
   Though we see you wounded, bleeding, See your thorn-encircled brow?
   Yet your sinless death has brought us Life eternal, peace and rest;
   Only what your grace has taught us Calms the sinner's deep distress.

2. No kingly sign declares that glory now, No ray of hope lights up that awful hour;
   A thorny crown surrounds the bleeding brow, The hands are stretched in weakness, not in power.

4. Lord, when with dying lips my prayer is said, Grant that in faith thy kingdom I may see;
   And, thinking on thy Cross and bleeding head, May breathe my parting words, "Remember me."
    
5. Remember me, but not my shame or sin; Thy cleansing Blood hath washed them all away;
   Thy precious death for me did pardon win; Thy Blood redeemed me in that awful day.

2. Gall he drinks, his strength subduing; Reed and thorn and nail and spear
   Plot his gentle frame's undoing; Blood and water thence appear,
   With their cleansing tide renewing Earth and sea and starry sphere.

3. How fast his feet and hands are nailed,
   His blessed tongue with thirst is tied;
   His failing eyes are blind with blood.

1. O Sacred Head surrounded By crown of piercing thorn!
   O bleeding Head, so wounded, Reviled and put to scorn!
   Our sins have marred the glory Of thy most holy face,
   Yet angel hosts adore thee, And tremble as they gaze.

2. Look on the head, with such a crown Of bitter thorns surrounded;
   Look on the blood that trickles down The feet and hands thus wounded;
   And see his flesh with scourges rent: Mark how upon the Innocent
   Man's malice hath abounded.

3. Redeemer, thou for us didst deign To hang upon the Cross in pain,
   And give for us the lavish price Of thine own Blood in sacrifice.

4. Thence the cleansing water flowed, Mingled from thy side with blood;
   Sign to all attesting eyes Of the finished sacrifice.

3. He endured the nails, the spitting, Vinegar, and spear, and reed;
   From that holy body broken Blood and water forth proceed:
   Earth, and stars, and sky, and ocean, By that flood from stain are freed.

2. Blood of Christ, fill all my veins; Water from Christ's side, wash out my stains.

3. Blood of Jesus, stream of life, Sacred stream with blessings rife,
   From thy broken Body shed On the Cross, that altar dread;
   Given to be our drink Divine, Fill my heart and make it thine;
   Blood of Christ, my succour be, Miserere Domine.

2. Here I stay, for ever viewing Mercy streaming in his Blood;
   Precious drops, my soul bedewing, Plead and claim my peace with God.

2. Upon this wood his body bore The nails, the taunts, the spear,
   Till water flowed with blood to wash The whole world free of fear.

2. There while he hung, his sacred side By soldier's spear was opened wide,
   To cleanse us in the precious flood Of water mingled with his blood.

4. O tree of glory, tree most fair, Ordained those holy limbs to bear,
   How bright in royal robe it stood — The purple of a Savior's blodd.

3. He died that we might be forgiven, He died to make us good;
   That we might go at last to heaven Saved by his Precious Blood.

5. O, dearly, dearly has he loved, And we must love him too,
   And trust in his redeeming Blood And try his works to do.

4. Troubled souls, why will you scatter Like a crowd of frightened sheep?
   Foolish hearts, why will you wander From a love so true and deep?
   There is welcome for the sinner, And more graces for the good,
   There is mercy with the Savior, There is healing in his blood.

3. Think upon Christ who gave his blood, Poured in a flood our souls to win;
   Think of the mingled tide that gushed Forth at the thrust to wash our sin.

4. It is the voice of Jesus that I hear;
   His are the hand stretched out to draw me near,
   And his the blood that can for all atone,
   And set me faultless there before the throne.

2. Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast Save in the death of Christ, my God;
   All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to his blood.

4. Hail! All hail! Thou Lord of Glory! Thee, our Father, Thee we own;
   Abram heard not of our story, Israel ne'er our name hath known.
   But, Redeemer, thou hast sought us, Thou hast heard thy children's wail,
   Thou with thy dear Blood hast bougth us: Hail! Thou mighty Victor, hail!