I sought in tears my Savior’s cross,
He turned and looked on me:
Behold, He said, the crimson fount
Where flows My blood for thee!

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O precious blood! oh, hallowed blood!
Thy sacred fount I see;
It cleanseth all, whoever will;
Praise God, it cleanseth me.

With trembling step, beneath its flood
I plunged my guilty soul,
That now redeemed, can shout aloud—
His blood has made me whole!

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O, love divine, where shall my tongue
Its song of praise begin?
The precious blood of Christ, my Lord,
Has covered all my sin.

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It gave me life, it gave me joy!
With perfect healing power
It saved through faith my broken heart,
And saves me every hour.

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