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.
2. 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.
3. He died 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 !" 4 For you and for me He prayed on the tree; The prayer is accepted, The sinner is free; The sinner am I, Who on Jesus rely, And come for the pardon God cannot deny.
5. His death is my plea; My Advocate see, And hear the blood speak That hath answered for me: He purchased the grace Which now I embrace; O Father, Thou know'st He hath died in my place !