[An old song for an evil day that denies “the precious blood of Christ.”]
O PRECIOUS blood, O glorious death,
By which the sinner lives,
When stung with sin, this blood we view,
And all our joy revives.
The blood that purchased our release,
And washes out our stains,
We challenge earth and hell to show,
A sin it cannot cleanse.
The blood that makes His glorious Church
From every blemish free;
And, oh! the riches of His love,
He poured it out for me.
The Father’s everlasting love,
And Jesus precious blood,
Shall be our everlasting theme,
In yonder blest abode.
A. TOPLADY.