All Ye That Pass By (EN 2550)

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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!”

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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.

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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.

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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.