Glory be to Jesus, who, in bitter pains,
poured for me the life-blood From his sacred veins.
Grace and life eternal in that blood I find:
blest be his compassion, infinitely kind.
Blest through endless ages be the precious streams,
which, from endless torment, doth the world redeem.
Abel’s blood for vengeance pleaded to the skies,
but the blood of Jesus for our pardon cries.