Nothing but the Blood

What can wash away my sin? Nothing but the blood of Jesus What can make me whole again? Nothing but the blood of Jesus O 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 O precious is the flow That makes me white as snow No other fount I know Nothing but the blood of Jesus You call me yours In the midst of my failure Though I was lost You made me your own This precious flow that washes Over me Overwhelms the wandering of my soul You call me yours In the midst of my failure Though I was lost You made me your own This precious flow that washes Over me Overwhelms the wandering of my soul You call me yours In the midst of my failure Though I was lost You made me your own This precious flow that washes Over me Overwhelms the wandering of my soul O precious is the flow That makes me white as snow No other fount I know Nothing but the blood of Jesus