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What can wash away my sin? Nothing but the blood of Jesus; What can make me whole again? 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.
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Oh! precious is the flow That makes me white as snow; No other fount I know, Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
Robert Wadsworth Lowry
Read poems about / on: snow, peace, hope
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