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THE BLOOD OF CHRIST The blood of Christ is not just a stream,
But a river, running free,
And it flows from my Saviour's wounded side,
Which was pierced for you and me. It pours like a mighty, rushing flood,
To remove my every stain �
It has washed me whiter than the snow,
And no guilt and sin remain. This river is the fountain of love
Which God pours into my heart,
And when beneath that flow I stand,
His peace and joy it does impart. It is the assurance God has given me
Of His mercy and His grace,
For now, by the blood, I can enter in
And gaze upon His face. The cleansing power of the blood of Christ
Prepares my heart to do God's will,
And the empty vessel that remains
With His Spirit He will fill. Yet, sometimes it flows so quietly
Through my heart and through my soul,
And as it washes over me,
I know that God is in control.
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