The blood has always precious been, 'Tis precious now to me; Through it alone my soul has rest, From fear and doubt set free.
Oh, wondrous is the crimson tide, Which from my Saviour flowed ! And still in heaven my song shall be, "The precious, precious blood I"
2. "I will remember now no more"â God's faithful Word has saidâ "The follies and the sins of him For whom My Son has bled."
3. Not all my well-remembered sins Can startle or dismay: That precious blood atones for all, And bears my guilt away.
4. Perhaps this feeble frame of mine Will soon in sickness lie; But, resting on that precious blood, How peacefully I'll die !