” PRECIOUS, ATONING BLOOD ”
When overwhelm’d with sin and shame,
To Jesus Christ I trembling came;
Burdened with guilt and full of fear,
Yet drawn by love, I ventured near,
And pardon found, and peace with God,
Through Jesus’ rich, atoning blood.
My sin was gone, my fear was o’er:
I shun His presence now no more:
He sits upon the Throne of Grace,
And bids me boldly seek His face;
Sprinkled upon the Throne of God,
I see that rich, atoning blood.
Before His face my Priest appears;
My Advocate the Father hears;
That precious blood before His eyes
Both day and night for mercy cries,
It speaks, it ever speaks to God,
The voice of that atoning blood.
By faith that voice I also hear:
It answers doubt, it stills each fear;
Th’ accuser seeks in vain to move
The wrath of Him whose Name is Love;
Each charge against the Sons of God,
Is silenced by th’ atoning blood.
Here would I rest without a fear;
By this to God I now draw near;
By this I triumph over sin,
For this presents me pure and clean;
And when I reach the Throne of God,
I’ll praise that rich, atoning blood.