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