JESUS, the sinner’s Friend! We hide ourselves in Thee: God looks upon Thy sprinkled blood— It is our only plea.
He hears Thy precious name, We claim it as our own: The Father must accept and bless His well-belovèd Son.
He sees Thy spotless robe, It covers all our sin; The golden gates have welcomed Thee, And we may enter in.
Thou hast fulfilled the law, And we are justified: Ours is the blessing, Thine the curse; We live, for Thou hast died.
Jesus, the sinner’s Friend! We cannot speak Thy praise: No mortal voice can sing the song That ransomed hearts would raise.
But when before the throne, Upon the glassy sea, Clothed in our blood-bought robes of white, We stand complete in Thee . . .
Jesus, we’ll give Thee then Such praises as are meet, And cast ten thousand golden crowns Adoring at Thy feet!
Catherine Pennefather, d 1893