In the Misty Days of Yore
"Who... washed us from our sins in his own blood." - Rev 1:5
VERSE 1
In the misty days of yore,
Jesus' precious blood had power;
E'en the thief upon the Cross to save;
Like a bird his spirit flies to its home in Paradise,
Thro' the power of Calv'ry's crimson wave.
CHORUS
And the blood has never lost its pow'r
No, never; no never;
Jesus' blood avails for sin for ever,
And will never lose it's pow'r.
VERSE 2
I was lost and steep'd in guilt,
But the blood for sinners spilt
Washed away my sins and set me free;
Now and evermore the same,
Praise, Oh, praise His holy name!
Will the cleansing stream availing be.
CHORUS
And the blood has never lost its pow'r
No, never; no never;
Jesus' blood avails for sin for ever,
And will never lose it's pow'r.
VERSE 3
God in mercy asks you why,
Brother sinner, will you die,
When such full redemption He provides?
You have but to look and live, life eternal He will give,
For the pow'r of Calv'ry still abides.
CHORUS
And the blood has never lost its pow'r
No, never; no never;
Jesus' blood avails for sin for ever,
And will never lose it's pow'r.
VERSE 4
Bring your burdens, come today, turn from all your sins away,
He can fully save and sanctify;
From the wrath to come now flee, let your name recorded be
With the blood wash'd and redeem'd on high.
CHORUS
And the blood has never lost its pow'r
No, never; no never;
Jesus' blood avails for sin for ever,
And will never lose it's pow'r.