What can wash this heart of stone, And call me back, make me Your own? Nothing but the blood You gave, Jesus, my Redeemer, saves. What can heal these scars I bear, And lift my soul from deep despair? Nothing but Your sacrifice, Your blood has paid the highest price. Oh, the blood, the cleansing flood, It speaks of mercy, endless love. It broke my chains, it set me free, Your blood has won my victory. Oh, precious Lamb, You bore my shame, Now I am whole in Jesus’ name. No greater love, no deeper grace, Than the blood that took my place. Your blood was spilled on Calvary’s tree, A fountain flowing just for me. It washed away my every stain, And gave me life to rise again. No earthly power, no strength of man, Could do what Your salvation can. Your blood, O Lord, my righteousness, My hope, my peace, my holiness. It reaches far, it touches deep, It comforts all who mourn and weep. It speaks of hope, it speaks of peace, It brings the weary sweet release. No sin too great, no heart too lost, You paid it all upon the cross. Your blood, O Lord, my saving grace, Forever I will seek Your face. Oh, the blood, the cleansing flood, It speaks of mercy, endless love. It broke my chains, it set me free, Your blood has won my victory. Oh, precious Lamb, You bore my shame, Now I am whole in Jesus’ name. No greater love, no deeper grace, Than the blood that took my place. Hallelujah to the Lamb, Who holds my heart within His hands. Hallelujah to the King, Whose blood has changed everything. Oh, the blood, the sacred flow, Jesus’ love has made me whole.
