Hymn to the Precious Blood

Hail, Jesus! hail! who for my sake

Sweet Blood from Mary's veins didst take,

And shed it all for me;

Oh, blessed be my Saviour's Blood,

My life, my light, my only good,

To all eternity.

To endless ages let us praise

The Precious Blood whose price could raise

The world from wrath and sin;

Whose streams our inward thirst appease,

And heal the sinner's worst disease,

If he but bathe therein.

Oh, to be sprinkled from the wells

Of Christ's own sacred Blood excels

Earth's best and highest bliss:

The ministers of wrath divine

Hurt not the happy hearts that shine

With those red drops of His.

Ah, there is joy amid the Saints,

And hell's despairing courage faints,

When this sweet song we raise:

Oh, louder then, and louder still,

Earth with one mighty chorus fill,

The Precious Blood to praise!