What Can Wash Away My Sin?
Nothing But The Blood Of Jesus;
What Can Make Me Whole Again?
Nothing But The Blood Of Jesus.
Oh, Precious Is The Flow
That Makes Me White As Snow;
No Other Fount I Know,
Nothing But The Blood Of Jesus.
For My Cleansing This I See,
Nothing But The Blood Of Jesus;
For My Pardon This My Plea,
Nothing But The Blood Of Jesus.
Oh, Precious Is The Flow
That Makes Me White As Snow;
No Other Fount I Know,
Nothing But The Blood Of Jesus.
Nothing Can For Sin Atone,
Nothing But The Blood Of Jesus;
Naught Of Good That I Have Done,
Nothing But The Blood Of Jesus.
Oh, Precious Is The Flow
That Makes Me White As Snow;
No Other Fount I Know,
Nothing But The Blood Of Jesus.
This Is All My Hope And Peace,
Nothing But The Blood Of Jesus;
This Is All My Righteousness,
Nothing But The Blood Of Jesus.
Oh, Precious Is The Flow
That Makes Me White As Snow;
No Other Fount I Know,
Nothing But The Blood Of Jesus.
Now By This I'll Overcome,
Nothing But The Blood Of Jesus;
Now By This I'll Reach My Home,
Nothing But The Blood Of Jesus.
Oh, Precious Is The Flow
That Makes Me White As Snow;
No Other Fount I Know,
Nothing But The Blood Of Jesus.
Glory! Glory! Thus I Sing,
Nothing But The Blood Of Jesus;
All My Praise For This I Bring,
Nothing But The Blood Of Jesus.
Oh, Precious Is The Flow
That Makes Me White As Snow;
No Other Fount I Know,
Nothing But The Blood Of Jesus.
Nothing But The Blood Of Jesus.