1 O the blood, the precious blood,
That streams from yonder tree!
Glory to th’ incarnate God
Who suffers death for me!
Me to save from endless pain,
Me to mount above the skies,
God becomes a mortal man,
And bows His head and dies.
2 Him as on the altar laid
Ev’n now by faith I view,
Suffering in the sinner’s stead
The death to sinners due:
Say not ye, the deed is past,
Now His mortal pang I feel,
Still He pants, and groans His last,
He dies for sinners still.
3 Close beneath the cursèd wood
My prostrate soul remains,
Gasping for the balmy blood
That starts from Jesus’ veins:
Wilt Thou not one drop afford?
Yes, Thou dost the comfort give:
O my bleeding, loving Lord,
Thou diedst that I may live.
4 Rivers of salvation flow
And springs of life from Thee,
Saved from sin, I live, I know
Thy blood hath ransomed me:
Now I catch the healing tide
Now I taste how good Thou art,
Now I feel the blood applied,
The pardon to my heart.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #8504
Charles Wesley, M.A. was the great hymn-writer of the Wesley family, perhaps, taking quantity and quality into consideration, the great hymn-writer of all ages. Charles Wesley was the youngest son and 18th child of Samuel and Susanna Wesley, and was born at Epworth Rectory, Dec. 18, 1707. In 1716 he went to Westminster School, being provided with a home and board by his elder brother Samuel, then usher at the school, until 1721, when he was elected King's Scholar, and as such received his board and education free. In 1726 Charles Wesley was elected to a Westminster studentship at Christ Church, Oxford, where he took his degree in 1729, and became a college tutor. In the early part of the same year his religious impressions were much deepene… Go to person page >
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