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CXVI. All ye that pass by

1 All ye that pass by,
To Jesus draw nigh:
To you is it nothing that Jesus should die?
Your ransom and peace,
Your surety he is,
Come, see if there ever was sorrow like his.

2 For what you have done
His blood must atone;
The Father hath punish'd for you his dear Son.
The Lord, in the day
Of his anger, did lay
Your sins on the Lamb, and he bore them away.

3 He answer'd for all,
O come at his call,
And low at his cross with astonishment fall,
But lift up your eyes
At Jesus's cries:
Impassive he suffers, immortal he dies.

4 He dies to atone
For sins not his own:
Your debt he hath paid, and your work he hath done.
Ye all may receive
The peace he did leave,
Who made intercession, "My Father forgive."

5 For you and for me,
He pray'd on the tree;
The prayer is accepted, the sinner is free.
The sinner am I,
Who on Jesus rely,
And come for the pardon God cannot deny.

6 My pardon I claim,
For a sinner I am,
A sinner believing in Jesus's name.
He purchas'd the grace,
Which now I embrace;
O Father, thou know'st he hath dy'd in my place.

7 His death is my plea,
My advocate see,
And hear the blood speak that hath answer'd for me:
Acquitted I was,
When he bled on the cross;
And losing his life he hath carried my cause.

Text Information

• First Line: All ye that pass by
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1790
• Topic: Petition
• Notes: Tune: PASSION

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