The precious blood of Christ my Lord,

The Saviour all-divine,

Was shed to cleanse men’s souls from guilt;

That blood has flowed for mine!

But what return can sinners make

For love so great, so free?

All is too little, oh! my God,

To sacrifice to Thee.

If all that I possessed on earth,

Before thy feet were laid,

Light as the dust the gift would prove

In heaven’s balance weighed.

The costly treasures of the skies

Thou didst resign for me;

All is too little, oh! my God,

To sacrifice to Thee.