Blood of Christ
I claim the blood of Christ my own,
Atonement for my sin.
For me He has the vict’ry won
And now I’ve life within.
My Christ, my Lord, for without You
Life is but misery forlorn.
My heart, O King, Thou knowest,
Is Yours, for years to come.
Before me the cross of Christ stands high,
Hanging between heaven and earth.
No other can match up to His might,
Nor my salvation earned.
I claim the blood of Christ, just now!
It’s Him I need the most.
For without Him life’s desolate rows
Is all I care to know.
The blood of Christ:
Comforting, true and sure.
Was poured out for me
‘Cause of Heaven’s love, most pure.
The blood of Christ:
Whashes me clean every day.
Now my heart, gladly rejoices:
God loves me and sings my praise!
There’s guilt no more, heav’n is my home!
For I have claimed the blood of Christ
My own!
(Ingrid Wijngaarde, 12 januari 2004)