What! Not tell to all mankind?
What! Not speak to hearts unclean
Of the precious living stream.
Blood surpassing any beast’s;
Perfect, spotless Lamb of God,
Incorruptible His blood.
Pow’r possessed to speak with God;
Speaks it for us at the throne
With its glorious virtue shown.
Conscience means a “knowing this”—
Causing us much grief and pain,
Telling us of every stain.
Of the blood’s effectual prayer.
Jesus’ blood speaks of our case,
That we might receive His grace!
Nor another offering.
Nothing else could please our God,
Heav’n is listening for His blood.
Oh, ’tis glorious to find!
Israel just atonement knew,
We have that and cleansing too.
Rest! Our conscience has been reached.
Never more we blush in shame,
We are washed from every stain.
All that’s in His blood for us!
Sing we will, and sing we must;
In His blood is all our trust!