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 you have done His blood must atone:
The Fa­ther hath pun­ished for you 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: O 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 hath paid, and your work He hath done.
Ye all may re­ceive the peace He did leave,
Who made in­ter­cess­ion, 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 can­not 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 know’st 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 los­ing His life He hath car­ried my cause.