To heart and soul how fair Thou art,
O great High Priest of God!
To hearts brought nigh to God’s own heart
By Thy most precious blood.

No more my countless sins shall rise
To fill me with dismay:
That precious blood before God’s eyes
Hath put them all away.

Forgotten ev’ry stain and spot!
Their mem’ry past and gone!
For me, O God, Thou seest not
Thou lookest on Thy Son.

Thy Word, O Lord, which cannot lie,
Thy Spirit, and Thy blood,
Proclaim to sinners, such as I,
The boundless love of God.

They tell Thy love, so deep, so free!
They tell the Father’s heart!
Not what I am, nor yet must be,
They tell me what Thou art!

Come, weary sinners, great and small!
The Door stands open wide
His blessed heart, Who welcomes all;
The Lamb of God who died!