The Blood Is All My Plea (Baker)

I knew that God in His Word had spok­en

The pow’r of sin can all be brok­en

The heart held cap­tive

yet be free;

Lord

is this bless­ing not for me?

The blood

the blood is all my plea

Hallelujah! it cleans­eth me;

The blood

the blood is all my plea

Hallelujah! it cleans­eth me.

Must I go on in sin and sor­row

Today in sun­shine

clouds to­mor­row?

First I’m sin­ning

then re­pent­ing.

Now I’m stub­born

then re­lent­ing.

With ang­uish wrung

I cried

My Lord

is there not pow’r in Je­sus’ blood

To make in me a per­fect cure

To cleanse my heart and keep it pure?

Oh

yes

My love will take you in

The blood will cleanse you from all sin

Will wash away your guil­ty stains

And cleanse

till not one spot re­mains.

And there I stand this ve­ry hour

Kept by al­migh­ty keep­ing pow­er;

Temptations come

the blood’s my plea

The pre­cious blood now cleans­es me.