Eng:224  Chin:175  Kor:175  Span:100  Tag:224  Fra:-  Por:122 

Lyrics:Witness Lee
Music:Herbert H. Booth
Meter:7.7.7.7.D

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 1  As we're sharing of the cup,

       How can we restrain our praise;

    For the blood Thou shedd'st for us,

       Worth of which none can appraise.

    O how precious is Thy blood!

       All our problems it resolves;

    In Thine efficacious blood

       All our care and fear dissolves.

 

 2  It is by this blood of worth

       The new testament was made;

    For this better covenant,

       'Tis a sure foundation laid.

    We have been redeemed by God,

       Not with silver or with gold,

    But, Lord, with Thy precious blood,

       Which Thy love doth e'er unfold.

 

 3  For remission of our sins

       Thou hast shed Thy cleansing blood,

    Which for us has fully met

       All the righteous claims of God.

    Thou hast washed us from our sins

       In Thy pow'rful purging blood;

    And our conscience purged by it,

       Thus to serve the living God.

 

 4  By Thy separating blood,

       We have all been sanctified;

    'Tis by Thy preserving blood

       Holiness is testified.

    By Thy propitiating blood,

       We have all been justified;

    'Tis by Thy redeeming blood

       God is fully satisfied.

 

 5  Thru Thy blood shed on the cross,

       We are reconciled to God,

    That the way to contact Him

       May in peace by us be trod.

    By partaking of Thy blood,

       We have Thine eternal life;

    In Thy blood and life received,

       We have rest, free from all strife.

 

 6  Now, in heav'n Thy sprinkled blood

       Speaks for us of better things;

    Under its defending pow'r

       We are kept from Satan's stings.

    By Thine overcoming blood,

       We defeat the enemy;

    Over our accuser thus,

       We will have the victory.

 

 7  Of Thy blood, for fellowship,

       We commune with all the saints;

    Under its full covering,

       Our freed spirit never faints.

    How can we exhaust, in words,

       The account of Thy dear blood;

    We will need eternity

       To declare its boundless good.