The Cleansing Blood (Miller)

When they cru­ci­fied my Sav­ior

On the cross of Cal­va­ry

There a bless­èd fount was op­ened

For my cleans­ing

full and free;

And my sins were all for­giv­en

Just by faith in His shed blood;

They are washed away for­ev­er

By the crim­son flood.

It cleans­eth me! It cleans­eth me!

The pre­cious blood of Je­sus

Fully cleans­eth me.

It cleans­eth me! It cleans­eth me!

The pre­cious blood of Je­sus

Fully cleans­eth me.

Now I plead the blood of Je­sus

And He’s with me all the way;

I am hap­py and re­joic­ing

In His fa­vor ev­ery day;

In the bur­den and the tri­al

There is none so kind as He;

My Re­deem­er is my kins­man

And His blood saves me.

He will robe me with white rai­ment

When my pil­grim­age is past;

And pre­sent me pure and spot­less

With the sanc­ti­fied at last;

I will sing His praise and glo­ry

Unto all eter­ni­ty

Telling ev­er­more the sto­ry

How His blood saved me.