63 What can wash away my sin
[V1]
What can wash away my sin?
Nothing but the blood of Jesus;
What can make me pure within?
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
What can wash away my sin?
Nothing but the blood of Jesus;
What can make me pure within?
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
[C]
Oh, precious is the flow,
That makes me white as snow;
No other fount I know,
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.
[V2]
For my cleansing this I see;
Nothing but the blood of Jesus;
For my pardon this my plea;
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
For my cleansing this I see;
Nothing but the blood of Jesus;
For my pardon this my plea;
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
[C]
Oh, precious is the flow,
That makes me white as snow;
No other fount I know,
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.
[V3]
Hot-ing can for sin atone;
Nothing but the blood of Jesus;
Naught of good that I have done;
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
Hot-ing can for sin atone;
Nothing but the blood of Jesus;
Naught of good that I have done;
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
[C]
Oh, precious is the flow,
That makes me white as snow;
No other fount I know,
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.
[V4]
This is all my hope and peace;
Nothing but the blood of Jesus;
This is all my righteousness;
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
This is all my hope and peace;
Nothing but the blood of Jesus;
This is all my righteousness;
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
[C]
Oh, precious is the flow,
That makes me white as snow;
No other fount I know,
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.
[V5]
Glory! Glory! thus I sing;
Nothing but the blood of Jesus;
All my praise for this I bring;
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
Glory! Glory! thus I sing;
Nothing but the blood of Jesus;
All my praise for this I bring;
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
[C]
Oh, precious is the flow,
That makes me white as snow;
No other fount I know,
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.