His Blood Has Made Me Whole

I sought in tears my Sav­ior’s cross

He turned and looked on me:

Behold

He said

the crim­son fount

Where flows My blood for thee!

O pre­cious blood! oh

hal­lowed blood!

Thy sac­red fount I see;

It cleans­eth all

who­ev­er will;

Praise God

it cleans­eth me.

With trem­bling step

be­neath its flood

I plunged my guil­ty soul

That now re­deemed

can shout aloud—

His blood has made me whole!

O

love di­vine

where shall my tongue

Its song of praise begin?

The pre­cious blood of Christ

my Lord

Has co­vered all my sin.

It gave me life

it gave me joy!

With per­fect heal­ing pow­er

It saved through faith my brok­en heart

And saves me ev­ery hour.