Jesus, Thy Blood and Name

Verse 1

Jesus, Thy blood, Thy precious blood, For my sin doth atone; Because Thou art the Lamb of God, It speaks before the throne. Thy blood shall have its praises sung By yonder white robed throng; All hail then to this precious blood, By me in ceaseless song.

Chorus

Jesus, Thy blood, Thy precious blood, Thy blood, it cleanseth me!

Verse 2

Jesus, Thy name, Thy glorious name! When shall I know its worth? It needs of heav’nly fire a flame, Its glories to show forth. Thy name, high over every name, Shall yet acknowledged be By angels, seraphs, and by men On humbly bended knee.

Verse 3

Jesus, Thy Word, Thy gracious Word! Most welcome news to me! Oh, teach me by Thy Spirit, Lord, In it Thyself to see. More glorious than Thy name, O Lord, Thy Word will magnify; Thy Word makes known Thy name, Thy blood, Brings all their blessings nigh.

Verse 4

More precious still than all of these, Art Thou Thyself to me, God manifest in Christ the Lord— Oh, what will Heaven be! When all the blood-washed, glorified Shall see Thee as Thou art, Who by Thy Word were sanctified, All one in name and heart.