The Sprinkled Blood

1The sprinkled blood is speaking Before the Father's throne,
The Spirit's pow'r is seeking To make its virtues known;
The sprinkled blood is telling Jehovah's love to man,
While heav'nly harps are swelling Sweet notes to mercy's plan.

2The sprinkled blood is speaking Forgiveness full and free,
Its wondrous pow'r is breaking Each bond of guilt for me;
The sprinkled blood's revealing A Father's smiling face,
The Saviour's love is sealing Each monument of grace.

3The sprinkled blood is pleading Its virtue as my own,
And there my soul is reading Her title to Thy throne.
The sprinkled blood is owning The weak one's feeblest plea; 'Mid sighs, and tears, and groaning,
It pleads,
O Lord, with Thee.

4O wondrous pow'r, that seeketh From sin to set me free!
O precious blood, that speaketh!
Should I not value thee?
The sprinkled blood is shedding Its fragrance all around,
It gilds the path we're treading,
It makes our joys abound.