Blood has a voice to pierce the skies,
Revenge! the blood of Ab­el cries;
But the dear stream when Christ was slain
Speaks peace as loud from ev­ery vein.

Pardon and peace from God on high;
Behold, He lays His ven­geance by,
And re­bels that de­served His sword
Become the fa­vo­rites of the Lord.

To Je­sus let our prais­es rise
Who gave His life a sac­ri­fice;
Now He ap­pears be­fore His God,
And for our par­don pleads His blood.