WASHED in the precious blood of Christ,
Cleansed and made white as snow,
No stain is left, no spot of sin,
His blood has made me so.
Washed in that precious blood, I am
Made meet with Him to reign,
And waiting for that happy day
When He shall come again.
All taint of sin forever gone,
I stand in Him complete,
And for that bright inheritance
I am, e'en now made meet.
This is the work of sovereign grace,
The fruit of love divine,
I now can say that I am His,
Can say that He is mine.
Such was God's wondrous love to me,
When ruined and undone,
That He might save His enemies
He would not spare His Son.
This love exceeds my highest thought,
So vast, so full, so free,
'Tis higher than the heavens above,
And deeper than the sea.
He, through His death, has made me clean
For all my sins He bore
When hanging on the accursed tree
Beneath God's judgment sore.
And now, in righteousness divine,
I stand before His face,
For He, the holy, sinless One,
On Calvary took my place.
Eternal then, 'mid scenes above,
My praises shall ascend
To Him who loved me, and whose love
Continues to the end.
Forever in His presence then,
My happy soul shall be
From every taint of sin removed,
For all eternity.
Divine the love that thus could plan,
To save a ruined race,
To wash souls from their scarlet sins,
And every stain erase!
In glory bright I soon shall sing
The new, eternal song,—
To Him who washed me in His blood,—
With all the ransomed throne.