Nothing But The Blood

What can wash away my sin

What can make me whole again

For my pardon this I see

For my cleansing this I plea.



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 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

And no other fount I know,

Nothing, nothing, nothing but the blood of Jesus

Nothing, nothing, nothing but the blood of Jesus