‘TIS true the precious blood was shed,
‘Tis true that Jesus died:
You do not doubt these solemn facts:
BUT IS THE BLOOD APPLIED?
A perfect work was God’s own Son’s:
“‘Tis finished!” Jesus cried.
You own it all, you join in praise:
BUT IS THE BLOOD APPLIED?
The paschal lamb in Egypt bled:
That lamb the feast supplied.
The family was safe, because
THE BLOOD HAD BEEN APPLIED.
You say you hope your heaven’s secure,
And there you will abide:
But, oh, consider well the truth,
THE BLOOD MUST BE APPLIED.
You follow crowds, and in your “church”
Have conscience satisfied
With forms and fasts and outward show,
BUT IS THE BLOOD APPLIED?
The praise of men is your reward,
That praise to saints denied,
And man’s religion suits you well,
BUT IS THE BLOOD APPLIED?
The blood applied! Ah! that’s the test,
‘Tis Jesus crucified,
‘Tis He alone can save the soul,
IF ONCE THE BLOOD’S APPLIED.
It is not knowledge, not a creed,
Whereby you’re justified:
BUT BLOOD ALONE—THE BLOOD OF CHRIST—
SAVES, WHEN BY FAITH APPLIED.
The poor and rich are all alike,
Alike in sin are dyed:
There is no cleansing stream but one—
THE BLOOD OF CHRIST APPLIED.