ALL YE THAT PASS BY

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.

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!

For you and for me

He prayed on the tree:

The pray'r is accepted,

The sinner is free.

That sinner am I,

Who on Jesus rely,

And come for the pardon

God cannot deny.

My pardon I claim;

For a sinner I am,

A sinner believing

In Jesus's name.

He purchased the grace

Which now I embrace:

O Father, Thou know'st

He hath died in my place