Saved by blood I live to tell,
What the love of Christ hath done;
He re­deemed my soul from hell,
Of a re­bel made a son:
Oh I trem­ble still, to think
How se­cure I lived in sin;
Sporting on de­struct­ion’s brink,
Yet pre­served from fall­ing in.

In His own ap­point­ed hour,
To my heart the Sav­ior spoke,
Touched me by His Spir­it’s pow­er,
And my dan­ger­ous slum­ber broke.
Then I saw and owned my guilt,
Soon my gra­cious Lord rep­lied;
Fear not, I My blood have spilt,
’Twas for such as thee I died.

Shame and won­der, joy and love,
All at once pos­sessed my heart;
Can I hope Thy grace to prove,
After act­ing such a part?
Thou hast great­ly sinned, He said,
But I free­ly all for­give;
I My­self thy debt have paid,
Now I bid thee rise and live.

Come, my fel­low sin­ners, try,
Jesus’ heart is full of love;
Oh that you, as well as I,
May His won­drous mer­cy prove!
He has sent me to de­clare,
All is rea­dy, all is free;
Why should any soul des­pair,
When He saved a wretch like me?