What can wash away my sin
What can make me whole again
For my pardon this I see

For my cleansing this my plea

Oh, precious is the flow

That makes me white as snow
No other fount I know
Nothing, nothing, nothing but the blood of Jesus


Nothing can for sin atone
Not of good that I have done

This is all my hope and peace
This is all my righteousness


Oh, precious is the flow
That makes me white as snow
And no other fount I know

Nothing, nothing, nothing but the blood of Jesus
Nothing, nothing, nothing but the blood of Jesus


Now by this I’ll overcome
Now by this I’ll reach my home
Glory, glory, this I see

All my praise for this I bring
All my praise for this I bring
All my praise for this I bring


Oh, precious is the flow
That makes me white as snow

No other fount I know
Nothing, nothing, nothing but the blood of Jesus
Nothing, nothing, nothing but the blood of Jesus