What can wash away my sin?   What can make me whole again?   For my pardon this I see   For my cleansing this my plea      Oh, precious is the flow   That makes me white as snow   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   And 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      Nothing, nothing, nothing but the blood of Jesus   Nothing, nothing, nothing but the blood of Jesus   Nothing, nothing, nothing but the blood of Jesus   Nothing, nothing, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, aha, aha      It's nothing, it's nothing   Nothing, nothing, nothing but the blood of Jesus   Nothing, nothing   Nothing, nothing, nothing but the blood of Jesus   Nothing, nothing