Jesu, Thou All Redeeming Lord

Jesus, thou all redeeming Lord,

Thy blessing we implore,

Open the door to preach thy word,

The great, eectual door.

Gather the outcasts in, and save

From sin and Satan’s power!

And let them now acceptance have,

And know their gracious hour.

Lover of souls, thou know'st to prize

What thou hast bought so dear;

Come then, and in thy people’s eyes

With all thy wounds appear!

Appear, as when of old confest

The suff'ring Son of God;

And let them see thee in thy vest

But newly dipt in blood.

The stony from their hearts remove,

Thou, who for all hast dy'd;

Shew them the tokens of thy love,

Thy feet, thy hands, thy side!

Thy feet were nail'd to yonder tree

To trample down their sin;

Thy hands they all stretch'd out may see,

To take the murd'rers in.

Thy side an open fountain is,

Where all may freely go,

And drink the living streams of bliss,

And wash them white as snow.

Ready thou art the blood t' apply,

And prove the record true;

And all thy wounds to sinners cry,

"I suffer'd this for you!"