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I sought in tears my Savior’s cross,
He turned and looked on me:
“Behold,” He said, “the crimson fount
Where flows My blood for thee!”
O precious blood! oh, hallowed blood!
Thy sacred fount I see;
It cleanseth all, whoever will;
Praise God, it cleanseth me.
With trembling step, beneath its flood
I plunged my guilty soul,
That now redeemed, can shout aloud—
His blood has made me whole!
O precious blood! oh, hallowed blood!
Thy sacred fount I see;
It cleanseth all, whoever will;
Praise God, it cleanseth me.
O, love divine, where shall my tongue
Its song of praise begin?
The precious blood of Christ, my Lord,
Has covered all my sin.
O precious blood! oh, hallowed blood!
Thy sacred fount I see;
It cleanseth all, whoever will;
Praise God, it cleanseth me.
It gave me life, it gave me joy!
With perfect healing power
It saved through faith my broken heart,
And saves me every hour.
O precious blood! oh, hallowed blood!
Thy sacred fount I see;
It cleanseth all, whoever will;
Praise God, it cleanseth me.
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 r 8 6 8 6
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MUSIC
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Name:
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HIS BLOOD
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 r 8 6 8 6
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