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.

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.

He Died 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 Prayer Is Accepted,
The Sinner Is Free;
The Sinner Am I,
Who On Jesus Rely,
And Come For The Pardon
God Cannot Deny.

His Death Is My Plea;
My Advocate See,
And Hear The Blood Speak
That Hath Answered For Me:
He Purchased The Grace
Which Now I Embrace;
O Father, Thou Know’st
He Hath Died In My Place !