O Mourner In Zion, How Blessed Art Thou,
For Jesus Is Waiting To Comfort You Now;
Fear Not To Rely On The Word Of Thy God.
Step Out On The Promise, Get Under The Blood.

Oh, Ye That Are Hungry And Thirsty, Rejoice;
For Ye Shall Be Filled; Do You Hear That Sweet Voice
Inviting You Now To The Banquet Of God?
Step Out On The Promise, Get Under The Blood.

Who Sighs For A Heart From Iniquity Free?
Oh, Poor, Troubled Soul! There’s A Promise For Thee;
There’s Rest, Weary One, In The Bosom Of God.
Step Out On The Promise, Get Under The Blood.

The Promise Won’t Save, Though The Promise Is True;
’Tis The Blood We Get Under That Cleanses Us Through;
It Cleanses Me Now, Hallelujah To God!
I Rest On The Promise, I’m Under The Blood.

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