The Blood

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THE BLOOD

Red river flowing, ceaseless and deep;
Torrent is swelled by the tears He did weep,
Blood that was shed for each sinner like me;
To give me salvation, and set my soul free.

Blood that was shed, an outpouring of love,
That flowed from the heart of our Father above.
Just as the curtain was torn in two,
So His heart is tearing and breaking for you.

Each cry that denies and each soul that’s in pain,
Opens the life-giving wounds once again;
For only His blood can cleanse us from sin,
Through His open wounds, God can welcome us in.

The sacrifice made was for once and for all,
As He hung on that Cross so cruel and tall,
He was lifted above us, that our eyes we might raise;
Look through Him, to the Father, and give Him our praise.

It’s His blood that will cleanse us, not the things that we do,
Through His blood Father sees us, as spotless and new;
His blood is a price we can never repay,
Except that we love him, more, day by day.

It’s His blood that will wash us, whiter than snow,
When we come with our sins, then His mercy He’ll show.
Through His blood we’re presented as spotless and pure,
There’s a welcome in heaven, that’s certain and sure.

Precious Blood, Holy Blood, that was spilled long ago,
Shed without stinting that His peace we might know;
Precious Blood, Holy Blood, come now wash over me;
Cleanse my soul, heal my wounds, and set my heart free.

© 22/7/98

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