Jesus
Thy blood
Thy precious blood
For my sin doth atone;
Because Thou art the Lamb of God
It speaks before the throne.
Thy blood shall have its praises sung
By yonder white robed throng;
All hail then to this precious blood
By me in ceaseless song.
Jesus
Thy blood
Thy precious blood
Thy blood
it cleanseth me!
Jesus
Thy name
Thy glorious name!
When shall I know its worth?
It needs of heav’nly fire a flame
Its glories to show forth.
Thy name
high over every name
Shall yet acknowledged be
By angels
seraphs
and by men
On humbly bended knee.
Jesus
Thy Word
Thy gracious Word!
Most welcome news to me!
Oh
teach me by Thy Spirit
Lord
In it Thyself to see.
More glorious than Thy name
O Lord
Thy Word will magnify;
Thy Word makes known Thy name
Thy blood
Brings all their blessings nigh.
More precious still than all of these
Art Thou Thyself to me
God manifest in Christ the Lord—
Oh
what will Heaven be!
When all the blood-washed
glorified
Shall see Thee as Thou art
Who by Thy Word were sanctified
All one in name and heart.