From Raccolta #37:
A Hymn in honor of the
Precious Blood of Jesus
Glory be to Jesus!
Who in bitter pains
Pour'd for me the life-blood
From His sacred veins.
Grace and life eternal
In that Blood I find;
Bless'd be His compassion,
Infinitely kind!
Blessed through endless ages
Be the precious stream,
Which from endless torment
Doth the world redeem.
There the fainting spirit
Drinks of life her fill,
There, as in a fountain,
Laves herself at will.
Oh the Blood of Christ!
It soothes the Father's ire;
Opens the gate of heaven,
Quells eternal fire.
Abel's blood for vengeance
Pleaded to the skies;
But the Blood of Jesus
For our pardon cries.
Oft as it is sprinkled
On our guilty hearts,
Satan in confusion
Terror-struck departs.
Oft as earth exulting
Wafts its praise on high,
Hell with terror trembles,
Heaven is filled with joy.
Lift ye, then your voices,
Swell the mighty flood;
Louder still and louder,
Praise the Precious Blood!
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Oft as it is sprinkled
On our guilty hearts,
Satan in confusion
Terror-struck departs!
Amen.
Amen.
Amen!
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