Nothing But The Blood

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