The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley

Hail, Jesus, hail, our great High-Priest,
Enter'd into Thy glorious rest,
That holy happy place above!
Thou hast the conquest more than gain'd,
The everlasting bliss obtain'd
For all who trust Thy dying love.

The blood of goats and bullocks slain
Could never purge our guilty stain,
Could never for our sins atone;
But Thou Thine own most precious blood
Hast spilt to quench the wrath of God,
Hast saved us by Thy blood alone.

Shed on the altar of Thy cross,
Thy blood to God presented was
Through the Eternal Spirit's power:
Thou didst a spotless Victim bleed,
That we from sin and suffering freed
Might live to God, and sin no more.

That we the promise might receive,
Might soon with Thee in glory live,
Thou stand'st before Thy Father now!
For us Thou dost in heaven appear,
Our Surety, Head, and Harbinger,
Our Saviour to the utmost Thou.

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Not without blood—Thou pray'st above:
The marks of Thy expiring love
God on Thy hands engraven sees!
He hears Thy blood for mercy cry,
And sends His Spirit from the sky,
And seals our everlasting peace.

Thankful we now the earnest take,
The pledge Thou wilt at last come back
And openly Thy servants own;
To us, who long to see Thee here,
Thou shalt a second time appear,
And bear us to Thy glorious throne.

University of Virginia Library

HYMN IV.

[Hail, Jesus, hail, our great High-Priest]