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 woe within.
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.