No, ‘tis not, by prayers or tears,
E’en though flowing months and years,
That the soul can life obtain,
‘Tis alone through Jesus’ name;
In the blood that pardon gives,
Every soul, believing, lives.
Quickened by the power of God—
Under shelter of the blood,
In the arms of Jesus, blest,
None can rob me of my rest,
Thanks, eternal God, to Thee,
Oh, what wondrous love I see,
Not to pass by even me!