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 coward conscience bold
Communion with my God to hold,
To taste of joys can ne'er be told?
The precious blood.
When Satan, with o'erwhelming flood,
Accuses me before my God,
Can aught protect me? Yes, the blood
Of God's dear Son.
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,
Th' 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.
June