I cannot say I love that Name,
It has no charms for me,
No value in His blood I own,
No beauty in Him see.
Oft have I heard of cleansing blood,
Of sorrow, wounds and death,
Of judgment from a holy God,
Borne in His dying breath.
Nothing of Jesus thus I know,
Nothing I know of grace,
His call to me finds no response,
No, not a single trace.
"Come let us reason," God thus speaks
In words of tender love,
For sinners such as you I sent
My Son from heaven above.
I know thy sins they are not hid
From My all searching eye,
To purge away thy guilty stains
I gave My Son to die.
Lord! I confess with sorrow, shame
In thought and word and deed
I've sinned, am guilty, lost, undone,
Wilt Thou to me take heed?
Drawn by Thy love, to Thee, I come,
Thy blood, Thy Name, my plea;
Confess Thee Lord, with heart believe,
Thus cast myself on Thee.
Darkness is past, the light now shines
On me from Jesus' face,
Jesus is mine, and I am His—
I know I taste God's grace.
"IN WHOM WE HAVE REDEMPTION THROUGH HIS BLOOD, THE FORGIVENESS OF SINS; ACCORDING TO THE RICHES OF HIS GRACE.”
Eph. 1:7
"UNTO HIM THAT LOVED US, AND WASHED US FROM OUR SINS IN HIS OWN BLOOD.. TO HIM BE GLORY AND DOMINION Forever AND EVER."
Rev. 1:5, 6