1 I once was a self-banished soul from the Lord,
And wandered to death in my flight,
Till Jesus o'ertook me, all sin-sick and sore,
And ventured to make it all right.

Refrain:
All right, all right;
Jesus has made it all right;
The Father accepts me,
Salvation is sure;
For Jesus has made it all right.

2 It cost Him a life of abasement so sad,
And many a pray'r-laden night;
It cost Him a death of great anguish and pain:
But now He has made it all right. [Refrain]

3 He rose from the grave all triumphant o'er sin,
Ascending to heaven in might;
There at the right hand of the Father to plead.
Come, sinner, He'll make it all right. [Refrain]

4 Say not, "I am too mean a sinner to come,"
And give up the struggle tonight:
Arise, for the Saviour is calling for thee;
Come, Jesus will make it all right. [Refrain]