Jesus, the Lamb of God, hath bled; He bore our sins upon the tree; Beneath our curse He bow'd His head;-- 'Tis finish'd! He hath died for me. See, where before the throne He stands, And pours the all-prevailing prayer; Points to His side, and lifts His hands, And shows that I am graven there. He ever lives for me to pray; He prays that I with Him may reign. Amen to what my Lord doth say; Jesus, Thou canst not pray in vain. |