1 When thought of sinful days gone by
Would haunt me with their pain,
This thought restores my fearful soul,–
I sing the glad refrain:–
The past is under the blood,
I’m reconciled to God.
My sin’s forgiv’n!
I’m bound for heav’n!
All glory be to God!
2 The promise is for whomsoe’er
His mercy doth implore;
“Thy many sins,” he says, “will I
Remember never more.” [Refrain]
3 How blest is he whose sin and guilt
(He strove in vain to hide)
Are covered with the precious stream
That flows from Calv’ry’s side! [Refrain]
4 O precious blood! O love divine!
What words thy praise can show?
Or speak the rapture that is mine,
Since this, through grace, I know? [Refrain]Source: Songs of Love and Praise No. 4 #59