“The Blood of Jesus His Son cleanseth from all sin.” 1 S. John i. 7.

“Pechadur aflan yw fy enw,”

What a marvel that Almighty
God should have so lovingly
Recognised the chief of sinners
And devised relief for me!
Though so very sadly broken,
All the law was satisfied
When in pain and shame and sorrow
Jesus bowed His Head and died.

In His Hand the golden sceptre
Is extended to imply
That the vilest wretch may venture
Confidently to draw nigh.
Therefore, crying “I have sinned!”
I approach the mercy-seat
Of My pardoning Redeemer
And adore before His Feet.

Not the waters of the ocean,
Could they be collected in
One vast reservoir, could ever
Blot, or wash away one sin:
But the precious Blood of Jesus
Shed for us on Calvary
And His Righteousness release us
From its guilt and penalty.

Forth from underneath the threshold
Of the temple of My God
Flows a Fountain of Forgiveness
Opened by Immanuel’s Blood:
Pure and bright and clear as crystal,
Coming down like dew below,
It can make the Ethiopian
White, like freshly fallen snow.