Jars Of Clay

What can wash away my sin
What can make me whole again
For my pardon this I see
For my cleansing this I plea.
Oh, precious is the flow
That makes me white as snow
And no other fount I know,
Nothing, nothing, nothing but the blood of Jesus
Nothing can for sin atone
Not of good that I have done
This is all my hope and peace
This is all my righteousness
Oh, precious is the flow
That makes me white as snow
And no other fount I know,
Nothing, nothing, nothing but the blood of Jesus
Nothing, nothing, nothing but the blood of Jesus
Now by this I'll overcome
Now by this I'll reach my home
Glory, glory, this I see
All my praise for this I bring
All my praise for this I bring
All my praise for this I bring
Oh, precious is the flow
That makes me white as snow
And no other fount I know,
Nothing, nothing, nothing but the blood of Jesus
Nothing, nothing, nothing but the blood of Jesus