What can wash away my sin?

 Nothing but the blood of Jesus;

 What can make me whole again?

 Nothing but the blood of Jesus.

 Oh! precious is the flow

 That makes me white as snow;

 No other fount I know,

 Nothing but the blood of Jesus.

 For my pardon, this I see,

 Nothing but the blood of Jesus;

 For my cleansing this my plea,

 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.

 This is all my hope and peace,

 Nothing but the blood of Jesus;

 This is all my righteousness,

 Nothing but the blood of Jesus.

 Now by this I’ll overcome—

 Nothing but the blood of Jesus;

 Now by this I’ll reach my home—

 Nothing but the blood of Jesus.

 Glory! Glory! This I sing—

 Nothing but the blood of Jesus,

 All my praise for this I bring—

 Nothing but the blood of Jesus.

 Robert Lowry, pub.1876