I cannot say I love that Name,
It has no charms for me,
No value in His blood I own,
No beauty in Him see.
Oft have I heard of cleansing blood,
Of sorrow, wounds and death,
Of judgment from a holy God,
Borne in His dying breath.
Nothing of Jesus thus I know,
Nothing I know of grace,
His call to me finds no response,
No, not a single trace.
"Come let us reason," God thus speaks
In words of tender love,
For sinners such as you I sent
My Son from heaven above.
I know thy sins they are not hid
From My all searching eye,
To purge away thy guilty stains
I gave My Son to die.
Lord! I confess with sorrow, shame
In thought and word and deed
I've sinned, am guilty, lost, undone,
Wilt Thou to me take heed?
Drawn by Thy love, to Thee, I come,
Thy blood, Thy Name, my plea;
Confess Thee Lord, with heart believe,
Thus cast myself on Thee.
Darkness is past, the light now shines
On me from Jesus' face,
Jesus is mine, and I am His—
I know I taste God's grace.
"IN WHOM WE HAVE REDEMPTION THROUGH HIS BLOOD, THE FORGIVENESS OF SINS; ACCORDING TO THE RICHES OF HIS GRACE.”
"UNTO HIM THAT LOVED US, AND WASHED US FROM OUR SINS IN HIS OWN BLOOD.. TO HIM BE GLORY AND DOMINION Forever AND EVER."