What can wash away my sin?
nothing but the blood of Jesus
What can make me whole again?
nothing but the blood of Jesus.
Oh, precious is the flow
that makes me white as snow
No other fount I know,
nothing but the blood of Jesus.
For my pardon, this I see,
nothing but the blood of Jesus
For my cleansing this my plea,
nothing but the blood of Jesus.
Oh, precious is the flow
that makes me white as snow
No other fount I know,
nothing but the blood of Jesus.
Nothing can for sin atone,
nothing but the blood of Jesus
Naught of good that I have done,
nothing but the blood of Jesus.
Oh, precious is the flow
that makes me white as snow
No other fount I know,
nothing but the blood of Jesus -
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
Alas! and did my Savior bleed,
and did my Sov'reign die?
Would He devote that sacred head
for sinners such as I?
At the cross, at the cross where I first saw the light,
and the burden of my heart rolled away
It was there by faith I received my sight,
and now I am happy all the day.
Was it for crimes that I had done
He groaned upon the tree?
Amazing pity, grace unknown
and love beyond degree!
At the cross, at the cross where I first saw the light,
and the burden of my heart rolled away
It was there by faith I received my sight,
and now I am happy all the day.
Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
let me hide myself in Thee
Let the water and the blood,
from Thy wounded side which flowed
Be of sin the double cure,
save from wrath and make me pure.
Nothing in my hand I bring,
simply to Thy cross I cling
Naked, come to Thee for dress;
helpless, look to Thee for grace
Foul, I to the fountain fly;
wash me, Savior, or I die.
While I draw this fleeting breath,
when my eyes shall close in death
When I rise to worlds unknown,
and behold Thee on Thy throne
Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
let me hide myself in Thee.
I hear the Savior say,
"Thy strength indeed is small;
"Child of weakness, watch and pray,
find in Me thine all in all."
Jesus paid it all,
all to Him I owe
Sin had left a crimson stain,
He washed it white as snow.
For nothing good have I
whereby Thy grace to claim
I'll wash my garments white
in the blood of Calv'ry's Lamb.
Jesus paid it all,
all to Him I owe
Sin had left a crimson stain,
He washed it white as snow.
Lord, now indeed I find
Thy pow'r, and Thine alone
Can change the leper's spots
and melt the heart of stone.
Jesus paid it all,
all to Him I owe
Sin had left a crimson stain,
He washed it white as snow.
This is all my hope and peace,
nothing but the blood of Jesus
This is all my righteousness,
nothing but the blood of Jesus.
Oh, precious is the flow
that makes me white as snow
No other fount I know,
nothing but the blood of Jesus -
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
