← The sprinkled blood is speaking Hymns and Tunes (1888) · No. 357

The sprinkled blood is speaking

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The sprinkled blood is speakingBefore the Father's throne,The Spirit's power is seekingTo make its virtues known;The sprinkled blood is tellingJehovah's love to man,While heavenly harps are swellingSweet notes to mercy's plan.

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The sprinkled blood is speakingForgiveness full and free,Its wondrous power is breakingEach bond of guilt for me;The sprinkled blood's revealingA Father's smiling face,The Saviour's love is sealingEach monument of grace.

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The sprinkled blood is pleadingIts virtue as my own,And there my soul is readingHer title to Thy throne.The sprinkled blood is owningThe weak one's feeblest plea;'Mid sighs, and tears, and groaning,It pleads, O Lord, with thee.

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O wondrous power, that seekethFrom sin to set me free!O precious blood, that speaketh!Should I not value thee?The sprinkled blood is sheddingIts fragrance all around,It gilds the path we're treading,It makes our joys abound.