His blood has purchased life for me
With righteousness undying;
I found that nothing else could free,
But not for want of trying.
The works I have or haven't done
I reckon now as dead,
And place my confidence alone
In Jesus' flow of red.
This is my value and my peace,
My constant mind's renewing,
My soul's contentment and release,
My enemies' undoing.
Though all I own should pass away,
The earth and heaven flee,
The blood of Christ is now my stay
And evermore shall be.