1 Jesus thy precious blood,
I would extol,
Washed in its crimson flood,
I shall be whole,
Cleansed by its pow’r I know,
I shall be white as snow,
Save me from endless woe,
Pardon my soul.
2 O may thy will be mine,
Saviour and Friend,
Lead me by light divine,
My steps attend;
Lord, I am blest indeed,
That I thy love may plead,
Thou wilt supply my need,
Guide and defend.
3 Since thou hast pardoned me,
Lord, I am thine;
Saved evermore thy thee,
By grace divine;
Rescued from sin’s abyss,
Heir of eternal bliss,
What can I ask but this,
Saviour Divine.