Oh precious blood, on Calvary shed
For sinful souls in trespass dead!
Oh crimson flood that makes a path
Of sure escape from coming wrath!

  Oh precious blood! Oh living way,
  By which the chief of sinners may,
  Accepted stand before his God!
  Oh precious, reconciling blood!

Oh precious blood! The peace divine
The cross has purchased now is mine;
No more of judgment then afraid
Since all my guilt on Christ was laid.

Oh precious blood! The subtle foe
Its all-prevailing power shall know
As saints o'ercome him by its might,
And silence every voice of night.

Oh precious blood! The ransomed throng
Extols its worth in thrilling song;
And seated on the throne is He
Whose precious blood atoned for me.