What can wash away my sin? Nothing but the blood of Jesus; what can make me whole again? Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
Oh! precious is the flow that makes me white as snow; no other fount I know, nothing but the blood of Jesus.
Nothing can for sin atone, nothing but the blood of Jesus; naught of good that I have done, nothing but the blood of Jesus.
This is all my hope and peace, nothing but the blood of Jesus; this is all my righteousness, nothing but the blood of Jesus.
Glory! Glory! This I sing: nothing but the blood of Jesus; all my praise for this I bring, nothing but the blood of Jesus.