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