Must I In Sinful Bondage Be,
Deprived Of Peace And Liberty,
When In The Promise I Can See
The Blood Of Jesus Cleanseth?

The Blood, The Blood,
The Precious Blood Of Jesus;
The Blood Will Work A Perfect Cure,
Will Cleanse The Heart And Keep It Pure;
The Blood, The Blood,
The Precious Blood Of Jesus.

Must I Be Doubting, Full Of Fear,
And Gloom Obscure My Pathway Here,
Be Up And Down In Life’s Career?
The Blood Of Jesus Cleanseth.

Must I Be Under Guilt And Sin,
And Have Its Blighting Force Within,
Beset By Wrong, No Victory Win?
The Blood Of Jesus Cleanseth.

Must I Suppose I’m Right Today,
Tomorrow Think I’ve Gone Astray,
Let Demons Hold Me In Dismay?
The Blood Of Jesus Cleanseth.

Must I By Satan Be Accused,
And With His Galling Yoke Abused,
Until At Length From Heaven Refused?
The Blood Of Jesus Cleanseth.