The All-Atoning Blood Mrs. S. E. Donovan, pub.1907 copyright status is Public Domain Subjects: Blood, Cleansing, Invitation Scripture: Hebrews 9:14; 1 John 1:7; Revelation 1:5 The All-Atoning Blood [.xml] Uriah E. Hallman, pub.1907 copyright status is Public Domain Key: E♭ Meter: 8.7.8.7 D Learn about music formats... view sheet music [.pdf] [.sib] stop midi [.mid] This song in other languages: .pdf Deutsch (German) .pdf Pусский (Russian)	Now playing MIDI. It may take a few seconds to begin. Helpless I have come to Jesus, To no other could I go, And I know His blood doth cleanse me, For it washes white as snow. Refrain: Precious cleansing blood of Jesus, Flowed in streams on Calvary; Precious cleansing blood of Jesus, Now it cleanses even me. Naught had I to bring to Jesus, But I plunged beneath the wave, Trusting in His blessed promise, That from every sin He’d save. Oh, how sweet to rest in Jesus! Nothing can disturb my peace; And what joy to walk beside Him, Earth can never give such bliss. Are you weary, heavy-laden? Here is rest for every soul; Though your sins be red like crimson, They shall be as white as wool. Come and find sweet peace in Jesus, For that fountain’s open wide; Precious blood is ever flowing From His hands, His feet, His side.

The All-Atoning Blood

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Key: E♭

Meter: 8.7.8.7 D

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Helpless I have come to Jesus,
To no other could I go,
And I know His blood doth cleanse me,
For it washes white as snow.
- Refrain:
  Precious cleansing blood of Jesus,
  Flowed in streams on Calvary;
  Precious cleansing blood of Jesus,
  Now it cleanses even me.
Naught had I to bring to Jesus,
But I plunged beneath the wave,
Trusting in His blessed promise,
That from every sin He’d save.
Oh, how sweet to rest in Jesus!
Nothing can disturb my peace;
And what joy to walk beside Him,
Earth can never give such bliss.
Are you weary, heavy-laden?
Here is rest for every soul;
Though your sins be red like crimson,
They shall be as white as wool.
Come and find sweet peace in Jesus,
For that fountain’s open wide;
Precious blood is ever flowing
From His hands, His feet, His side.