MY faith doth lay her hand upon His holy head,
Believing that for me, for me, His precious blood was
shed.
That all my sins He bore when hanging on the tree;
He took them.; they are gone, are gone! and I’m forever
free.
Oh, blessed be His name! Oh, bless Him for such love!
How can I but rejoice, rejoice! seeing the guilt remove!
How can I but give thanks to Him who loved me so!
Who bore for me the wrath, the curse, the judgment, and
the woe!
Most gracious Saviour, Lord, take this poor heart of mine,
And closely round Thyself, Thyself, its fond affections
twine!
Bought with Thy precious blood, Thine only can I be;
Yes, blessed Lord, Thine own, Thine own! for all eternity.