1 Blood has a voice to pierce the skies;
Revenge, the blood of Abel cries:
But the dear stream, when Christ was slain,
Speaks peace as loud from ev'ry vein.

2 Pardon and peace from God on high;
Behold, he lays his veng'ance by;
And rebels that deserve his sword,
Become the fav'rites of the Lord.

3 To Jesus let our praises rise,
Who gave his life a sacrifice:
Now he appears before our God,
And for our pardon pleads his blood.