What can wash away my sin

What can make me whole again

For my pardon this I see

For my cleansing this my plea



Oh, precious is the flow

That makes me white as snow

No other fount I know

Nothing, nothing, nothing but the blood of Jesus



Nothing can for sin atone

Not of good that I have done

This is all my hope and peace

This is all my righteousness



Oh, precious is the flow

That makes me white as snow

And no other fount I know

Nothing, nothing, nothing but the blood of Jesus

Nothing, nothing, nothing but the blood of Jesus



Now by this I'll overcome

Now by this I'll reach my home

Glory, glory, this I see

All my praise for this I bring

All my praise for this I bring

All my praise for this I bring



Oh, precious is the flow

That makes me white as snow

No other fount I know

Nothing, nothing, nothing but the blood of Jesus

Nothing, nothing, nothing but the blood of Jesus