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The Blood, the Blood Is All My Plea

Now I’m Kneeling at the Cross
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John Parker
(c. 1825–1911)

The blood, the blood is all my plea,
Nor should a sinner wonder;
For guilty stain and stinging pain
Hath torn my heart asunder!

But now I’m kneeling at the cross,
Washing in the crimson tide,
And cleansed, I tarry at the fountain
Opened at my Savior’s side.

I rest, I rest supremely blest,
Without a care to canker;
No gloomy night, my path is light,
My hope holds like an anchor.

My cup, my cup it runneth o’er,
With joy celestial brimming;
On wings of love I soar above,
His hallelujahs hymning.

The blood, the blood is all my song,
I have no bliss without it;
From every stain it makes me clean,
My life and lip shall shout it.


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