By A Collection of Hymns

      5 5 11, 5 5 11. Lamentations i. 12.
      1 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.

      2 For what you have done
      His blood must atone:
      The Father hath punished for you his dear Son.
      The Lord, in the day
      Of his anger, did lay
      Your sins on the Lamb, and he bore them away.

      3 He answered for all:
      O come at his call,
      And low at his cross with astonishment fall!
      But lift up your eyes
      At Jesus's cries:
      Impassive, he suffers; immortal, he dies.

      4 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!"

      5 For you and for me
      He prayed on the tree:
      The prayer is accepted, the sinner is free.
      That sinner am I,
      Who on Jesus rely,
      And come for the pardon God cannot deny.

      6 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.

      7 His death is my plea;
      My Advocate see,
      And hear the blood speak that hath answered for me.
      My ransom he was
      When he bled on the cross;
      And by losing his life he hath carried my cause.