'Tis Jesus Precious Blood
William Irons,
1812-1883
What sacred fountain yonder springs
Up from the throne of
God,
And all new cov'nant blessings brings?
'Tis Jesus' precious
blood.
What mighty sum paid all my debt
When I a bondman stood,
And
has my soul at freedom set?
'Tis Jesus' precious blood.
What stream is
that which sweeps away
My sins just like a flood,
Nor lets one guilty
blemish stay?
'Tis Jesus' precious blood.
What voice is that which
speaks for me
In heav'n's high court for good,
And from the curse has set
me free?
'Tis Jesus' precious blood.
What theme, my soul, shall best
employ
Thy harp before thy God,
And make all heav'n to ring with
joy?
'Tis Jesus' precious blood.
