It was the blood in Egypt
That sheltered Israel’s sons,
And through the sacred Scriptures
The blood still constant runs.
But when we come to Calvary,
The precious blood we see,
And every true believer
Can say, “It cleanseth me.”
The blood of Israel’s altar
Did there in type proclaim
The justice and the mercy
Of God’s most holy name.
In due time came the Victim,
On whom our sins were laid;
The Lamb of God’s appointing,
Has full atonement made.
And when in heaven we’re gathered,
Before the throne of God,
We’ll sing of Him who loves us
And washed us in His blood.
“Worthy art Thou, Lord Jesus,
For Thou for us wast slain;
The crowns of all creation
Art Thine, and Thou shalt reign.”
ML-06/23/1963