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When His Blood Fell

1st verse
So wretched and vile was I In sin
And no way to make my soul clean
But a fountain flowed, from Emanuel's veins
And washed me clean, of every stain

When his blood fell, down from the cross
So freely He gave for this cause
My soul is clean, and sure in God
When his blood fell, where my sin was

2nd verse
Twas not by works, I could boast of
Nor any good have I done
But by his grace, and in my place
God gave his precious Son