Until I saw the blood, 'twas hell my soul was fearing,
And dark and dreary in my eyes the future was appearing;
While conscience told its tale of sin,
And caused a weight of sin within.
Until I saw the blood, for mercy I was crying,
As if to move the heart of God, or for His favor trying;
But all the seeking seemed in vain,
The wished-for peace I could not gain.
But when I saw the blood, and looked at Him who shed it,
My right to peace was seen at once, and I with transport read it;
I found myself to God brought nigh,
And "Victory" became my cry.
My joy was in the blood, the news of which had told me
That spotless as the Lamb of God my Father could behold me;
And all my boast was in His Name,
Through whom this great salvation came.
The fear of death was past, the sense of sin had vanished;
And all my misery of soul was now forever banished
By that blest truth which entered in,
That Jesus Christ had cleansed from sin.
My hope was, through the blood, of being soon in glory,
And learning in a brighter scene the fullness of that story.
Which made my new-born spirit cry,
And shout aloud for "Victory.”
And when, with golden harps, the throne of God surrounding,
The white-robed saints around the throne their songs of joy are sounding,
With them I'll praise that precious blood,
Which has redeemed our souls to God.