Wash it all away
Weak and wounded, weary soldier,
the battles been long
and his hands won’t come clean,
he can’t make them clean,
but weary soldier don’t you know,
that his blood, can wash it all away.
Tired and tattered, guilty sinner,
lives in a past that he won’t forget,
he just can’t forget,
but guilty sinner don’t you know,
that his blood can wash it all away.
The precious lamb, the chosen one,
He came to seek and to save
and by grace he calls his own,
before we even knew his name.
Bruised and Broken, spotless redeemer,
and on the cross our guilt was laid,
our guilt was laid, and we come running
with all our stains for his blood to wash it all away.
So weary traveler, won’t you come,
won’t you come for his blood to wash it all away.
Oh precious is the flow,
that makes us white as snow,
no other fount I know,
nothing but the blood of Jesus.