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.

For what He has done

His blood must atone

The father has stricken you for His dear son

The Lord in the day

Of His anger did lay

Your sins on the Lamb and He bore them away.

He answered for all

Oh come at His call

And low at His cross with astonishment fall

But lift up your eyes

At Jesus’ cries

Impassive He suffers, immortal He dies.

He dies to atone

For sins not His own

Your debt He has paid and your work He has done

Ye all may receive

The peace He did leave

Who made the intersession - my father, forgive.

For you and for me

He prayed on the tree

The prayer is accepted the sinner is free

That sinner am I

Who on Jesus rely

And come for the pardon God will not deny.

My pardon I claim

For a sinner I am

A sinner believing in Jesus’ name

He purchased the grace

Which now I embrace

O Father thou knowest He hath died in my place.

His death is my plea

My advocate see

And hear the blood speak that hath answered for me

My ransom He was

When He bled on the cross

And by losing His life He hath carried my cause.