My grandmother would say it like this
What can wash away my sins?
Nothing but the blood of Jesus
And what can make me whole again?
Nothing but the blood of Jesus
Oh, precious is that flow (c'mon, you know it)
That makes me white as snow
(No other) no other fount I know
C'mon, nothing but the blood of Jesus
Let's do it together
I'm singing, oh
Oh, precious (precious) is that flow
Shout and say
That makes me white as snow
No other fount' I know
Nothing but the blood of Jesus
Give God praise for the blood
It's something about those hymns, they take you back
And remind you the sacrifice of Jesus
And remember this one, it says
And it reaches to the highest mountain
I know I gotta move, but I, I'm so grateful for the blood
And it flows to the lowest valley, oh! Yeah
It is the blood that gives me strength
From day to day
It will never lose its power
We know where the power is
Hallelujah, thank you, Jesus
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