Until I saw the blood, ’twas hell my soul was fearing,
And dark and dreary in my eyes the future
was appearing;
While conscience told its tale of sin,
And caused a weight of sin within.
Until I saw the blood, for mercy I was crying,
As if to move the heart of God, or for His favor trying;
But all the seeking seemed in vain,
The wished-for peace I could not gain.
But when I saw the blood, and looked at Him who shed it,
My right to peace was seen at once, and I
with rapture read it;
I found myself to God brought nigh,
And “Victory!” became my cry.
My joy was in the blood, the news of which had told me
That spotless as the Lamb of God my Father
could behold me;
And all my trust was in His name,
Through whom this great salvation came.
The fear of death was past; the sense of sin had vanished;
And all my misery of soul was now forever banished
By that blest truth which entered in,
That Jesus Christ had cleansed from sin.