What! Not sing of blood divine

What! Not sing of blood divine?

What! Not tell to all mankind?

What! Not speak to hearts unclean

Of the precious living stream.

By this blood

God’s life released

Blood surpassing any beast’s;

Perfect

spotless Lamb of God

Incorruptible His blood.

Voice it has

this holy blood;

Pow’r possessed to speak with God;

Speaks it for us at the throne

With its glorious virtue shown.

Failure on our conscience is—

Conscience means a “knowing this”—

Causing us much grief and pain

Telling us of every stain.

All the while we’re unaware

Of the blood’s effectual prayer.

Jesus’ blood speaks of our case

That we might receive His grace!

We need not dead works to bring

Nor another offering.

Nothing else could please our God

Heav’n is listening for His blood.

In His blood forgiveness shines;

Oh

’tis glorious to find!

Israel just atonement knew

We have that and cleansing too.

Heart and mind are now at peace

Rest! Our conscience has been reached.

Never more we blush in shame

We are washed from every stain.

Hallelujah! Fathomless!

All that’s in His blood for us!

Sing we will

and sing we must;

In His blood is all our trust!