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    The Blood That Speaketh

    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

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