OUR sins were borne by Jesus,
The substitute from God:
He took them all, and freed us
From the accursed load.
Our guilt was borne by Jesus,
Who wash’d the crimson stains
White in His blood most precious,
Till not a spot remains.
Our wants are known to Jesus;
All fulness dwells in Him;
He healeth all diseases,
Who did our souls redeem,
We tell our griefs to Jesus—
Our burdens and our cares;
He from them all releases—
Who all our sorrow shares,
We love the name of Jesus,
The Christ of God, the Lord;
Like fragrance on the breezes,
His name is spread abroad.
We long to be with Jesus,
With all the ransomed throng,
To sing for aye His praises,
The one eternal song.