Jesus, the sinner’s Friend,
We hide ourselves in Thee;
God looks upon Thy sprinkled blood,
It is our only plea.

He hears Thy precious Name,
We claim it as our own;
The Father must accept and bless
His well-beloved Son.

He sees Thy spotless robe,
It covers all our sin;
The golden gates have welcome thee ,
And we may enter in.

Thou hast fulfilled the law,
And we are justified:
Ours is the blessing, Thine the curse;
We live, for Thou hast died.

Jesus, the sinner’s Friend!
We cannot speak Thy praise;
No mortal voice can sing the song
That ransomed hearts would raise.

But when before the throne,
Thy face we all shall see,
Clothed in our blood-bought robes of white,
We’ll stand complete in Thee.

Jesus, we’ll give Thee then
Such praises as are meet,
And give ten thousand thanks to Thee,
Adoring, at Thy feet.


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