Come to the blood-stained tree;
The Victim bleeding lies;
God sets the sinner free,
Since Christ a ransom dies:
The Spirit will apply
His blood to cleanse each stain;
O burdened soul draw nigh,
For none can come in vain.

Dark though thy guilt appear,
And deep its crimson dye,
There’s boundless mercy here
Do not from mercy fly;
Oh, do not doubt His word;
There’s pardon full and free;
For Justice smote the Lord,
And sheaths her sword for thee.

Look not within for peace,
Within there’s naught to cheer;
Look up, and find release
From sin and self and fear;
If gloom thy soul enshroud,
If tears faith’s eye bedim,
If doubts around thee crowd,
Come, tell them all to Him.

Fairer than Canaan’s land,
Heaven so bright;
Glory on every hand,
No cloud, no night:
God’s word does well declare,
What makes that place so fair-
Jesus Himself is there;
All, all is light.

There shall be sweet employ,
Bright, bright and pure;
Nothing to hinder joy,
Nought to obscure;
There we shall see His face-
His, who prepares that place,
Made ours in tender grace.
Blessed and sure.

Grief, death, the fruits of sin,
Shall be unknown;
Joy, life for aye within,
Reigning alone;
Praise to the Lamb, indeed!
Who for our sins did bleed,
Who lives to intercede,
There for His own.

Lord Jesus, ever near,
Waiting are we,
Waiting Thy shout to hear,
Thy face to see;
Then shall be fullest joy,
Then shall be sweet employ,
Freed from the world’s alloy,
Ever with Thee.

Happy we in every care,
Who trust Jesus!
Need we have a doubt or fear,
Who have Jesus?
Sweeter than the lark that sings,
With the morn upon her wings,
Be our joyful carolings:
"We have Jesus!"

All the night of sin is gone-
We have Jesus!
Come is the Eternal Sun,
Our own Jesus!
And though still we look within
On a heart that’s full of sin,
Still, whatever we have been,
We have Jesus!

Yes, for He for sinners came-
Blessed Jesus!
Bore the spitting and the shame-
Our Lord Jesus!
Bore the sinners heavy load,
Bowed beneath the wrath of God-
Shed for us His precious blood:
Our own Jesus!

Thus because the Saviour died-
Our Lord Jesus-
We who’ve nothing else beside-
We have Jesus!
We, with nothing of our own,
Clinging unto Him alone,
On the tried foundation stone,
Rest in Jesus.

Men and things are failing fast,
Only Jesus
Will remain when time is past-
None but Jesus!
Soon, the short, rough voyage o’er,
We shall sing upon the Shore,
Ever and forever more:
"We have Jesus!"

Jerusalem the golden,
With milk and honey blest,
Beneath thy contemplation
Sink heart and voice oppressed:
I know not, oh, I know not,
What holy joys are there-
What radiancy of glory,
What bliss beyond compare!

They stand, those halls of Zion,
All jubilant with song,
And bright with many an angel,
And all the martyr throng:
The Prince is ever in them;
The daylight is serene:
The pastures of the blessed
Are decked in glorious sheen.

There is the throne of David;
And there, from care released,
The song of them that triumph-
The shout of them that feast:
There they who with their Leader
Have conquered in the fight,
Forever and forever
And clothed in robes of white.

There Jesus shall embrace us,
There Jesus be embraced:
The Spirit’s food and sunshine,
All other love displaced.
Yea, God our King and portion,
In fullness of His grace,
We then shall see forever,
And worship face to face!

Hark! the choirs of angels crying,
"Glory to the Lamb once slain!"
None in heaven or earth denying
Tribute to the Saviour’s name.
Ye for whom His life was given,
Higher themes to you belong:
Wake then here the joy of heaven,
Raise the everlasting song!

See how God hath now enthroned Him
At His own right hand on high!
There the heavenly hosts have owned Him,
Filling with His praise the sky!
Endless life in Him possessing,
Let us praise His glorious name:
Glory, honor, power, and blessing
Be forever to the Lamb!

I love to sing of Jesus,
The story all so true,
To me most sweet and precious-
The old, but ever new:
He came from brightest glory,
From radiant courts on high;
How matchless is the story
Of Him who came to die!

The Babe in Bethlehem’s manger,
The lowly One on earth,
Rejected and a Stranger-
Few cared to know His worth!
My soul would now recall Him,
In all His perfect love,
Who even as Calvary’s Victim
Its wondrous depths could prove.

‘Twas there my Saviour suffered,
And tasted death for me;
Yes there the work He finished
That sets me ever free.
My sins all laid upon Him,
The wrath and judgement borne,
The power of Satan broken,
In Jesus’ death of scorn!

And now the Lord is risen,
His grief and travail o’er,
Seated in highest heaven,
Alive to die no more.
And soon for me He’s coming
To take me Home above,
Where still I’ll sing the story
Of Jesus and His love.

O for the robe of whiteness,
To walk with Christ in light!
O for the glorious brightness
Of day without a night!
We would a name a favor,
Graved on the stone of white;
We’d taste that manna’s flavor,
Reserved for heaven delight.

‘Tis sweet, the thought of rising
The risen Lord to meet;
Or changed, ourselves surprising,
Like Him for whom we wait.
What joy supreme in seeing
The Saviour face to face-
The peaceful joy of being
Forever in that place!

Jesus, Thou King of glory,
We soon shall dwell with Thee,
And sing Thy love’s bright story,
When we Thy glory see!
E’en now our souls would enter
The holiest on high,
That all our love might center
On Thee who cam’st to die!

At God’s right hand in glory
Thou sittest, Thy work complete,
Till perfected the story
That gives us too our seat;
Then o’er the wide creation
Thy power will stretch its arm,-
Secure from all temptation,
Free from all human harm!