What was it washed my sins away,
And turned my darkness into day,
Despoiling Satan of his prey?
The blood of Christ.
What is it makes my conscience clean,
Through all this sin-defiling scene,
And keeps me tranquil and serene?
The cleansing blood.
What makes my conscience bold,
Communion with my God to hold,
To taste of joys can ne'er be told?
The precious blood.
When, in the solemn judgment day,
The wicked shall be cast away,
With God my Savior I shall stay,
Secured by blood.
Oh, what shall keep me in that height,
And soften, to my soul's delight,
The unclouded blaze of holy light?
The Savior's blood.
And thus, through all from first to last,
The future, present, and the past,
My soul must be completely cast
On Jesus' precious blood.
"Christ also hath once suffered for sins, the Just for the unjust, that He might bring us to God."