O Be Saved!

1. Sinner, how thy heart is troubled!
God is coming very near;
Do not hide thy deep emotion,
Do not check that falling tear.

O be saved, His grace is free!
O be saved, He died for thee!
O be saved, He died for thee!

2. Jesus now is bending o’er thee,
Jesus lowly, meek and mild;
To the friend who died to save thee
Wilt thou not be reconciled?

3. Art thou waiting till the morrow?
Thou may’st never see its light;
Come at once! accept His mer cy:
He is waiting— come tonight!

4. With a lowly, contrite spirit,
Kneeling at the Saviour’s feet,
Thou canst feel, this very moment,
Pardon— precious, pure and sweet.

5. Let the angels bear the tidings
Upward to the courts of heav’n;
Let them sing, with holy rapture,
O’er another soul forgiv’n!

Fanny J. Crosby, 1820-1915

O Christ, What Burdens Bowed Thy Head!

1. O Christ, what burdens bowed Thy head!
Our load was laid on Thee;
Thou stoodest in the sinner’s stead,
Didst bear all ill for me.
A victim led, Thy blood was shed;
Now there’s no load for me.

2. Death and the curse were in our cup:
O Christ, ’twas full for Thee!
But Thou hast drained the last dark drop,
‘Tis empty now for me:
That bitter cup, love drank it up;
Now blessing’s draught for me.

3. Jehovah lifted up His rod:
O Christ, it fell on Thee!
Thou wast sore stricken of Thy God;
There’s not one stroke for me:
Thy tears, Thy blood beneath it flowed;
Thy bruising healeth me.

4. Jehovah bade His sword awake:
O Christ, it woke ‘gainst Thee!
Thy blood the flaming blade must slake,
Thy heart its sheath must be:
All for my sake, my peace to make—
Now sleeps that sword for me.

5. For me, Lord Jesus, Thou hast died,
And I have died in Thee:
Thou art ris’n— my bands are all un-tied,
And now Thou liv’st in me:
When purified, made white, and tried,
Thy glory then for me!

Ann Ross Cousin, 1824-1906

Nothing But the Blood

1. What can wash away my sin?
Nothing but the blood of Jesus;
What can make me whole again?
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.

Oh! precious is the flow
That makes me white as snow;
No other fount I know,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.

2. For my cleansing this I see—
Nothing but the blood of Jesus;
For my pardon this my plea—
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.

3. Nothing can for sin atone—
Nothing but the blood of Jesus;
Naught of good that I have done—
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.

4. This is all my hope and peace—
Nothing but the blood of Jesus;
This is all my righteousness—
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.

Robert Lowry, 1826-1899