The blood of Je­sus! catch the strain,
Ye roy­al sons of truth;
And let the theme pro­claim His reign,
Fresh with eter­nal youth;
The blood of Je­sus! grand­er grows
This won­drous song of love,
Until the heart with rap­ture flows,
And joins the harps above.

The blood of Je­sus! O ye choirs
Before the Fa­ther’s throne,
With glad­ness touch your trem­bling lyres,
And make His glo­ries known;
The blood of Je­sus! high­er still
The charm­ing an­them raise,
And let its gran­deur sweet­ly fill
The uni­verse of praise.

The blood of Je­sus! O ye band
Of saints re­deemed above,
No an­gel in that hea­ven­ly land
Can sing your song of love;
The blood of Je­sus! join the lay,
Ye pil­grims here be­low,
Till, in the realms of per­fect day,
The glad new song ye know.