There is a stream that flows from Cal­va­ry,
A crim­son tide so deep and wide.
It wash­es whit­er than the pur­est snow;
It cleans­eth me, I know.

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Hallelujah! ’tis His blood that cleans­eth me,
’Tis His grace that makes me free.
And my bro­ther, ’tis for thee.
Oh, hal­le­lujah! ’tis sal­va­tion full and free;
And it cleans­eth, yes, it cleans­eth me.

Its sav­ing vir­tues ev­er are the same,
It cleans­eth still, and al­ways will.
Poor sin­ners who will seek the Sav­ior’s face
Shall know His won­drous grace.

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No oth­er foun­tain can for sin atone
But Je­sus’ blood, O pre­cious flood!
And who­so­ev­er will may plunge there­in,
And be made free from sin.

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