I sought in tears my Sav­ior’s cross,
He turned and looked on me:
Behold, He said, the crim­son fount
Where flows My blood for thee!

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O pre­cious blood! oh, hal­lowed blood!
Thy sac­red fount I see;
It cleans­eth all, who­ev­er will;
Praise God, it cleans­eth me.

With trem­bling step, be­neath its flood
I plunged my guil­ty soul,
That now re­deemed, can shout aloud—
His blood has made me whole!

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O, love di­vine, where shall my tongue
Its song of praise begin?
The pre­cious blood of Christ, my Lord,
Has co­vered all my sin.

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It gave me life, it gave me joy!
With per­fect heal­ing pow­er
It saved through faith my brok­en heart,
And saves me ev­ery hour.

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