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| 1 | There is a stream of precious blood |
| Which flowed from Jesus' veins; |
| And sinners washed in that blest flood |
| Lose all their guilty stains. |
| Lose all their guilty stains, |
| Lose all their guilty stains, |
| And sinners washed in that blest flood |
| Lose all their guilty stains. |
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| 2 | The dying thief rejoiced to see |
| That Saviour in his day; |
| And by that blood, though vile as he, |
| Our sins are washed away. |
| Our sins are washed away, |
| Our sins are washed away, |
| And by that blood, though vile as he, |
| Our sins are washed away. |
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| 3 | Blest Lamb of God, Thy precious blood |
| Shall never lose its power, |
| Till every ransomed saint of God |
| Be saved to sin no more. |
| Be saved to sin no more, |
| Be saved to sin no more, |
| Till every ransomed saint of God |
| Be saved to sin no more. |
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| 4 | E'er since, by faith, we saw the stream |
| Thy wounds supplied for sin, |
| Redeeming love has been our theme, |
| Our joy and peace has been. |
| Our joy and peace has been, |
| Our joy and peace has been, |
| Redeeming love has been our theme, |
| Our joy and peace has been. |
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| 5 | Soon in a nobler, sweeter song, |
| We'll sing Thy power to save; |
| No more with lisping, stammering tongue, |
| But conquerors o'er the grave. |
| But conquerors o'er the grave, |
| But conquerors o'er the grave, |
| No more with lisping, stammering tongue, |
| But conquerors o'er the grave. |
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