Oh, Precious Blood

 

 

The precious blood of Jesus,
That flowed from Calv’ry’s tree,
Washes every sin away…
And sets the captive free.

Wounded for our transgressions,
Our Lord, His life, did give,
Bruised for our iniquities…
That you and I might live.

Beaten, oh, so brutally,
Marred more than any man,
The Son of The Living God…
Fulfilled the Father’s plan.

Jesus purchased our pardon,
All to Him let us yield;
Oh, Precious Blood, shed in love…
With His stripes we are healed.

 

 

 “His visage was so marred more than any man,
and his form more than the sons of men.”
“He was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities;
the chastisement of our peace was upon him;
and with his stripes we are healed.”
(Is. 52:14; 53:5)