Jesus, thou all-redeeming Lord,
Thy blessing we implore,

Jesus, thou all-redeeming Lord,
Thy blessing we implore,
Open the door to preach thy word,
The great effectual door.

Gather the outcasts in, and save
From sin and Satan’s power;
And let them now acceptance have,
And know their gracious hour.

Lover of souls! thou know’st to prize
What thou hast bought so dear;
Come then, and in thy people’s eyes
With all thy wounds appear.

Appear, as when of old confest
The suffering Son of God;
And let them see thee in thy vest
But newly dipt in blood.

The hardness from their hearts remove,
Thou who for all hast died;
Show them the tokens of thy love,
Thy feet, thy hands, thy side.

Thy feet were nailed to yonder tree,
To trample down their sin;
Thy hands stretched out they all may see,
To take thy murderers in.

Thy side an open fountain is,
Where all may freely go,
And drink the living streams of bliss,
And wash them white as snow.

Ready thou art the blood to apply,
And prove the record true;
And all thy wounds to sinners cry,
"I suffered this for you!"


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