What was it washed my sins away?
That turned my darkness into day?
That chased all fear and doubt away?
The precious blood of Jesus.
What made this heart of mine so glad,
Which once was desolate and sad,
When I was far from God, and bad?
The precious blood of Jesus.
What made me fit to dwell on high
In mansions far beyond the sky
Which I shall enter bye and bye?
The precious blood of Jesus.
What makes the word of God so dear,
That banishes all doubt and fear,
And makes me feel that He is near?
The precious blood of Jesus.
What makes me hope to see Him soon?
To be with Him in His bright home?
And nevermore from Him to roam?
The precious blood of Jesus.
And now my every hope is built
On Jesus and the blood He spilt,
That blood that cancels every guilt,
The precious blood of Jesus.
Till I have left this weary land,
On that shed blood I take my stand,
Though fiend and foe my way with-stand—
The precious blood of Jesus.
ML 10/05/1924