The sprinkled blood is speaking
Before the Father's throne,
The Spirit's power is seeking
To make its virtues known.
The sprinkled blood is telling
Jehovah's love to man,
While heavenly harps are swelling
Sweet notes to mercy's plan. T17 194.1
The sprinkled blood is speaking
Forgiveness full and free,
Its wondrous power is breaking
Each bond of guilt for me.
The sprinkled blood's revealing
A Father's smiling face,
While Jesus’ love is sealing
Each monument of grace. T17 194.2
The sprinkled blood is pleading
Its virtue as my own,
And there my soul is reading
Her title to Thy throne.
The sprinkled blood is owning
The weak one's feeblest plea;
'Mid sighs, and tears, and groaning,
It pleads, O Lord, with Thee. T17 194.3
Oh, wondrous power that seeketh
From sin to set me free!
Ah, precious blood that speaketh!
Should I not value thee?
The sprinkled blood is shedding
Its fragrance all around;
It gilds the path we're treading,
It makes our joys abound. T17 194.4