The Sprinkling

Oh the Sprinkling of the blood
Has purified the deepest place
In the chambers of my heart
And made white my darkest stain
Oh the power of His blood
Forgiving all my transgression
And cancelling the debt
He has nailed it there with Him!

The cross is the gift of God

Je – e- s- us
Jesus, Jesus
Thank You my Lord for Your blood!

It was while I was dead
Born as a child of wrath
That Jesus shed His blood
And plucked this sinner out of death
Because God was rich in mercy
That He poured it out on me
And I can boast in nothing
Because this work is not of me

All Blessing
All Honor
All Glory be
Unto the Lamb!