The blood has al­ways pre­cious been,
’Tis pre­cious now to me;
Through it alone my soul has rest,
From fear and doubt set free.

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Oh, won­drous is the crim­son tide
Which from my Sav­ior flowed,
And still in Heav’n my song shall be,
The pre­cious, pre­cious, blood.

I will re­mem­ber now no more,
God’s faith­ful Word has said,
The fol­lies and the sins of him
For whom My Son has bled.

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Not all my well-re­mem­bered sins
Can star­tle or dis­may;
The pre­cious blood atones for all
And bears my guilt away.

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Perhaps this fee­ble frame of mine
Will soon in sick­ness lie,
But rest­ing on the pr­ecious blood
How peace­ful­ly I’ll die.

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