1 Peter 1:18

• [1Pe 1:18] Blood Of Christ, Thy Spotless Lamb, The

  The blood of Christ, Thy spotless Lamb, O God, is all my plea; Naught else could for my sin atone; I have no merit of my own, Which I can bring to Thee. No sacrifice save His Who bore, My load upon the tree, No other plea which lips could frame, No other blood, no other name, Accepted is by Thee. Since Christ has entered by His blood, The holiest on high; By that same hallowed blood stained track, Thou welcomest the wanderer back, And biddest me draw nigh. Oh, wondrous cross! Oh precious blood! Oh death by which I live! The sinless One, for me made sin, Doth now His wondrous heart within, Eternal refuge give. By that blest cross, that cleansing blood, I know His power to save; The merits of His work confess, I stand in Him completely blest, A conqueror o’er the grave.

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• [1Pe 1:18] Covered By The Blood

  Once in sin’s darkest night I was wand’ring alone; A stranger to mercy I stood. But the Savior came nigh When he heard my faint cry, And He put my sins under the blood. Refrain They are covered by the blood; They are covered by the blood; My sins are all covered by the blood. Mine iniquities so vast Have been blotted out at last, My sins are all covered by the blood. From the burden I carried now I am set free, For Jesus has lifted my load. O the love and the grace I received in its place When he put my sins under the blood. Refrain I can ne’er understand why He sought even me, Why His lifeblood on Calvary flowed. But sufficient for me, Since He died on the tree, He hath put my sins under the blood. Refrain Now He comes to my heart and removes ev’ry care; He bears all my cumbering load. In a pathway replete With His love are my feet, Since He put my sins under the blood. Refrain

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• [1Pe 1:18] Enslaved By Sin And Bound In Chains

  Enslaved by sin and bound in chains, Beneath its dreadful tyrant sway, And doomed to everlasting pains, We wretched, guilty captives lay. Nor gold nor gems could buy our peace, Nor all the world’s collected store Suffice to purchase our release; A thousand worlds were all too poor. Jesus, the Lord, the mighty God, An all sufficient ransom paid. O matchless price! His precious blood For vile, rebellious traitors shed. Jesus the Sacrifice became To rescue guilty souls from hell; The spotless, bleeding, dying Lamb Beneath avenging Justice fell. Amazing goodness! Love divine! Oh, may our grateful hearts adore The matchless grace nor yield to sin Nor wear its cruel fetters more!

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• [1Pe 1:18] Nor Silver Nor Gold

  Nor silver nor gold hath obtained my redemption, Nor riches of earth could have saved my poor soul; The blood of the cross is my only foundation, The death of my Savior now maketh me whole. Refrain I am redeemed, but not with silver, I am bought, but not with gold; Bought with a price, the blood of Jesus, Precious price of love untold. Nor silver nor gold hath obtained my redemption, The guilt on my conscience too heavy had grown; The blood of the cross is my only foundation, The death of my Savior could only atone. Refrain Nor silver nor gold hath obtained my redemption, The holy commandment forbade me draw near; The blood of the cross is my only foundation, The death of my Savior removeth my fear. Refrain Nor silver nor gold hath obtained my redemption, The way into Heaven could not thus be bought; The blood of the cross is my only foundation, The death of my Savior redemption hath wrought. Refrain

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• [1Pe 1:18] Glory Be To Jesus

  Glory be to Jesus, Who, in bitter pains, Poured for me the lifeblood From His sacred veins! Grace and life eternal In that blood I find; Blest be His compassion, Infinitely kind. Blest through endless ages Be the precious stream Which from endless torments Doth the world redeem. There the fainting spirit Drinks of life her fill; There as in a fountain Laves herself at will. O, the blood of Christ! it Soothes the Father’s ire ; Opes the gate of Heaven; Quells eternal fire. Abel’s blood for vengeance Pleaded to the skies; But the blood of Jesus For our pardon cries. Oft as it is sprinkled On our guilty hearts, Satan in confusion Terror struck departs. Oft as earth exulting Wafts its praise on high, Angel hosts, rejoicing, Make their glad reply. Lift we then our voices, Swell the mighty flood; Louder still and louder Praise the precious blood!

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