Jesus, Savior, now is calling,
Turn, O turn from sin away;
He will all your burdens carry,
Turn your darkness into day.
The precious blood, it cleanseth me;
The precious blood now cleanseth me;
Pure, exhaustless, ever flowing,
Precious blood, it cleanseth me.
Jesus, Savior, now is waiting,
To forgive your every sin;
Haste, O hasten to the fountain;
Now He bids you enter in.
Jesus, Savior, has commanded,
Be ye wholly sanctified;
On the day of His returning,
He will welcome home His bride.
Jesus, Savior, has ascended
To the Father’s realms so fair,
For His people pure and holy,
Heav’nly mansions to prepare.
Jesus, Savior, how I love Thee,
For the grace Thou dost bestow;
Now Thy precious blood is cleansing
Whiter than the driven snow.