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JESUS, the sinner’s Friend! We hide ourselves in Thee: God looks upon Thy sprinkled blood It is our only plea. |
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2 | He hears Thy precious name, We claim it as our own: The Father must accept and bless His well-belovèd Son. |
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3 | He sees Thy spotless robe, It covers all our sin; The golden gates have welcomed Thee, And we may enter in. |
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4 | Thou hast fulfilled the law, And we are justified: Ours is the blessing, Thine the curse; We live, for Thou hast died. |
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5 | Jesus, the sinner’s Friend! We cannot speak Thy praise: No mortal voice can sing the song That ransomed hearts would raise. |
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6 | But when before the throne, Upon the glassy sea, Clothed in our blood-bought robes of white, We stand complete in Thee . . . |
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7 | Jesus, we’ll give Thee then Such praises as are meet, And cast ten thousand golden crowns Adoring at Thy feet! |
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Catherine Pennefather, d 1893 |