Verse 1
Let the redeem’d give thanks and praise
To a forgiving God:
My feeble voice I cannot raise,
’Till wash’d in Jesus’ blood;
’Till at thy coming from above
My mountain-sins depart,
And fear gives place to filial love,
And peace o’erflows my heart.

Verse 2
The peace which man can ne’er conceive,
The love and joy unknown,
Wilt thou not to thy servant give,
And claim me for thy own;
My God in Jesus pacified
My God thyself declare,
And draw me to his open side,
And plunge the sinner there?

Verse 3
Prisoner of hope I still attend
Th’ appearance of my Lord,
These endless doubts and sins to end,
And speak my soul restor’d,
Restor’d by reconciling grace,
With present pardon blest,
And fitted by true holiness
For my eternal rest.

Verse 4
Yet ah! My troubled spirit knows
Its own infirmities;
’Till God on me his Son bestows,
I cannot die in peace:
A stranger to th’ atoning God
Who did our world redeem,
Unless he wash me in his blood,
I have no part with him.

Verse 5
But wilt thou not the balm apply,
The purchas’d blessing give?
Thou didst for every sinner die,
That all mankind may live;
That I thy pardoning love may taste,
May live on earth forgiven,
And in thy mercy’s arms embrac’d
Return with thee to heaven.