The Blood Has Always Precious Been,
‘Tis Precious Now To Me;
Through It Alone My Soul Has Rest,
From Fear And Doubt Set Free.

Oh, Wondrous Is The Crimson Tide,
Which From My Saviour Flowed !
And Still In Heaven My Song Shall Be,
He Precious, Precious Blood I

I Will Remember Now No More
God’s Faithful Word Has Said
He Follies And The Sins Of Him
For Whom My Son Has Bled.

Not All My Well-Remembered Sins
Can Startle Or Dismay:
That Precious Blood Atones For All,
And Bears My Guilt Away.

Perhaps This Feeble Frame Of Mine
Will Soon In Sickness Lie;
But, Resting On That Precious Blood,
How Peacefully I’ll Die !