I gaze upon the blood,
I see the mighty sacrifice,
And I have peace with God.
Sure as Jehovah’s Name,
’Tis stable as His steadfast throne,
For evermore the same.
And storms may sweep my sky;
This blood-sealed friendship changes not,
The Cross is ever nigh.
My joy still ebbs and flows,
But peace with Him remains the same,
No change my Savior knows.
The Christ can never die;
His love, not mine, the resting-place,
His truth, not mine, the tie.
Though heaven is now His home;
The mighty stone is rolled away,
But yonder is His tomb!
The grave of all my woes!
I know the Son of God has come,
I know He died and rose.
At God’s right hand above;
I know the throne on which He sits,
I know His truth and love!