Valley of Vision: The Precious Blood

Before the cross I kneel and see
The measure of my sin
How You became a curse for me
Though You were innocent
The magnitude of Your great love
Was seen in full degree
When righteous blood, the crimson spill,
Rained down from Calvary


O, the precious blood
That flows from Mercy's side
Washed away my sin
When Christ my Saviour died
O, the precious blood
Of Christ the crucified
It speaks for me before Your throne
Where I stand justified.

And who am I that I should know
This treasure of such worth?
My Saviour's pure atoning blood
Shed for the wrath I'd earned
For sin had stained my every deed
My every word and thought
The wondrous love that makes me one
Your priceless blood has bought

O, the precious blood
That flows from Mercy's side
Washed away my sin
When Christ my Saviour died
O, the precious blood
Of Christ the crucified
It speaks for me before Your throne
Where I stand justified

A crown of thorns
His hands and feet
A body bruised
And mercy's plea

O, the precious blood
That flows from Mercy's side
Washed away my sin
When Christ my Saviour died
O, the precious blood
Of Christ the crucified
It speaks for me before Your throne
Where I stand justified