If Asked Whereon I Rest My Claim

If asked whereon I rest my claim

To full salvation's joy,

If nothing more I need to name,

Or other words employ,

Besides our Savior's blood and wounds,

To me all-satisfying grounds;

I answer then, "My claim is good!

'Tis based on Jesus' blood."

This is my hope's foundation firm,

Which ever shall endure;

Yea, at the end of life's brief term,

I'll rest thereon secure,

And dreaded death shall lose its sting,

As of my Savior's wounds I sing;

His precious blood shall be the key

That opens Heav'n for me.