From every stain of evil,
From every spot of sin,
From every vile pollution,
His blood can make you clean.
There is no place of darkness,
No crime that stains your soul,
But can be washed to whiteness
By blood that makes thee whole.
There is no thought forgotten,
No idle word or deed,
Which does not vanish ever
Before His precious blood.
The drunkards and revilers
Are by it washed and clean.
The blood can meet the lowest,
The deepest sunk in sin.
Lord Jesus, Thou hast shed it,
It streamed on Calvary s tree;
'Twas shed for guilty sinners,
So shed, my Lord, for me.
Then by its power for cleansing,
My soul is justified
From every spot that stained it,
And now 'tis satisfied.
My sins were borne by. Jesus,
The holy Lamb of God;
He took them all and freed me
From that condemning load.
My guilt was borne by Jesus,
Who washed the crimson stains
White in His blood most precious,
Till not a spot remains.
W. C. Cullum, verses 7 and 8, Horatius Bonar.