Jesus, the sinner's Friend,

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.

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.