Jesus, Thy blood, Thy pre­cious blood,
For my sin doth atone;
Because Thou art the Lamb of God,
It speaks be­fore the throne.
Thy blood shall have its prais­es sung
By yon­der white robed throng;
All hail then to this pre­cious blood,
By me in cease­less song.

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Jesus, Thy blood, Thy pre­cious blood,
Thy blood, it cleans­eth me!

Jesus, Thy name, Thy glo­ri­ous name!
When shall I know its worth?
It needs of heav’n­ly fire a flame,
Its glo­ries to show forth.
Thy name, high ov­er ev­ery name,
Shall yet ack­now­ledged be
By an­gels, se­raphs, and by men
On hum­bly bend­ed knee.

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Jesus, Thy Word, Thy gra­cious Word!
Most wel­come news to me!
Oh, teach me by Thy Spir­it, Lord,
In it Thy­self to see.
More glo­ri­ous than Thy name, O Lord,
Thy Word will mag­ni­fy;
Thy Word makes known Thy name, Thy blood,
Brings all their bless­ings nigh.

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More pre­cious still than all of these,
Art Thou Thy­self to me,
God ma­ni­fest in Christ the Lord—
Oh, what will Hea­ven be!
When all the blood-washed, glo­ri­fied
Shall see Thee as Thou art,
Who by Thy Word were sanc­ti­fied,
All one in name and heart.

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