What can wash away my sin?
Nothing but the blood of Jesus
What can make me whole again?
Nothing but the blood of Jesus
O 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
O precious is the flow
That makes me white as snow
No other fount I know
Nothing but the blood of Jesus
You call me yours
In the midst of my failure
Though I was lost
You made me your own
This precious flow that washes
Over me
Overwhelms the wandering of my soul
You call me yours
In the midst of my failure
Though I was lost
You made me your own
This precious flow that washes
Over me
Overwhelms the wandering of my soul
You call me yours
In the midst of my failure
Though I was lost
You made me your own
This precious flow that washes
Over me
Overwhelms the wandering of my soul
O precious is the flow
That makes me white as snow
No other fount I know
Nothing but the blood of Jesus