1  What! Not sing of blood divine?

    What! Not tell to all mankind?

    What! Not speak to hearts unclean

    Of the precious living stream.

 2  By this blood, God's life released,

    Blood surpassing any beast's;

    Perfect, spotless Lamb of God,

    Incorruptible His blood.

 3  Voice it has, this holy blood;

    Pow'r possessed to speak with God;

    Speaks it for us at the throne

    With its glorious virtue shown.

 4  Failure on our conscience is —

    Conscience means a "knowing this" —

    Causing us much grief and pain,

    Telling us of every stain.

 5  All the while we're unaware

    Of the blood's effectual prayer.

    Jesus' blood speaks of our case,

    That we might receive His grace!

 6  We need not dead works to bring,

    Nor another offering.

    Nothing else could please our God,

    Heav'n is listening for His blood.

 7  In His blood forgiveness shines;

    Oh, 'tis glorious to find!

    Israel just atonement knew,

    We have that and cleansing too.

 8  Heart and mind are now at peace

    Rest! Our conscience has been reached.

    Never more we blush in shame,

    We are washed from every stain.

 9  Hallelujah! Fathomless!

    All that's in His blood for us!

    Sing we will, and sing we must;

    In His blood is all our trust!