The Atoning Blood

Th’atoning blood is flow­ing—

Let all the tid­ings hear;

The Gos­pel word is show­ing

How sin­ners may draw near.

Th’aton­ing blood’s re­liev­ing

The pri­son­ers from their chains

And sin­ners in be­liev­ing

Lose all their guil­ty stains.

It is the blood

the pre­cious blood

It is the blood

the pre­cious blood

It is the blood that mak­eth

An atone­ment for the soul.

Th’atoning blood is sav­ing

Sinners of deep­est dye

And mul­ti­tudes are hav­ing

Free ti­tles to the sky.

Th’atoning blood is heal­ing

The souls that sin had slain;

Rejoicing saints are feel­ing

The pro­mised lat­ter rain.

Th’atoning blood is bring­ing

Poor lost ones to the fold

And heav’n­ly hosts are sing­ing

O’er mul­ti­tudes un­told.

Th’aton­ing blood is speak­ing

To ev­ery pre­cious soul

Who is sal­va­tion seek­ing

Believe

and be made whole.

Th’aton­ing blood is stay­ing

The great aveng­ing rod

While men are still de­lay­ing

To yield them­selves to God.

Th’atoning blood is seal­ing

The world’s eter­nal doom;

But

to thy soul ap­peal­ing

Says

Lost one

to Me come.