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There’s a fountain of blood
that atones for the soul,
And it flows from the side of the Lord;
Oh, the dear Lamb of God
makes me perfectly whole,
For I stand on the rock of His word.
In the blood, in the blood,
Praise the Lord,
I’m redeemed unto God;
Oh, this moment I know
I am whiter than snow,
I am washed in
the blood of the Lamb.
Oh, the virtue divine!
oh, the soul-cleansing tide!
Here the vilest may
wash and be clean;
And today is the time,
lo, the Spirit and bride
Bid you come to the
all-cleansing stream.
In the blood, in the blood,
Praise the Lord,
I’m redeemed unto God;
Oh, this moment I know
I am whiter than snow,
I am washed in
the blood of the Lamb.
Oh, my heart overflows
as I sing of the blood,
That has washed me
so heavenly pure;
And the light ever glows
in the temple of God,
All redeemed in
the blood evermore.
In the blood, in the blood,
Praise the Lord,
I’m redeemed unto God;
Oh, this moment I know
I am whiter than snow,
I am washed in
the blood of the Lamb.
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