The chief of sinners pardon finds,
Washed in the Savior's precious blood.
He sleeps in Jesus and is blest;
I hear the sacred word proclaim,
That all shall find eternal rest,
Who trusted in their Savior's name.
Nor has the pale destroyer done,
Although one victim is at rest;—
He plucks his dagger from the son,
And plants it in a daughter's breast.