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.