O CHRIST, I hear
Thy cry, “‘Tis finished,” pealing!
Words to me dear,
For there I find my healing.
Suspended high,
On Thee the curse descended,
And Thou didst die,
And so my soul befriended.
Thy cross is bare;
Thy grave, O Christ, is empty!
And now I share
The love of Him who sent Thee.
‘Tis only so
That sins can be forgiven
And sinners go
To dwell with Thee in heaven.
By God thus seen,
I need no other fountain:
Blood maketh clean,
Blood moves sin’s mighty mountain!
Yes, blood alone,
And not poor man’s oblation;
No tear, no groan,
Christ’s blood is God’s salvation!