The blood, the blood is all my plea,
Nor should a sin­ner won­der
For guil­ty stain and sting­ing pain
Hath torn my heart asun­der!

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But now I’m kneel­ing at the cross,
Washing in the crim­son tide,
And cleansed, I tar­ry at the fount­ain,
Opened at my Sav­ior’s side.

I rest, I rest su­preme­ly blest,
Without a care to can­ker;
No gloomy night, my path is light,
My hope holds like an an­chor.

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My cup, my cup it run­neth o’er,
With joy ce­les­ti­al brim­ming;
On wings of love I soar above,
His hal­le­lu­jahs hymn­ing.

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The blood, the blood is all my song,
I have no bliss with­out it;
From ev­ery stain it makes me clean,
My life and lip shall shout it.

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