"But when they came to Jesus, and saw that he was dead already, they broke not His legs; but one
of the soldiers with a spear pierced His side, and forthwith came there out blood and water" (John
19:33,34).

There is a stream of precious blood
Which flowed from Jesus’ veins;
And sinners washed in that blest flood
Lose all their guilty stains.

His love, by man so sorely tried,
Proved stronger than the grave;
The very spear that pierced His side
Drew forth the blood to save.

Blest Lamb of God, Thy precious blood
Shall never lose its power,
Till every ransomed saint of God
Be saved to sin no more.

E’er since, by faith, we saw the stream
Thy wounds supplied for sin,
Redeeming love has been our theme,
Our joy and peace has been.

Soon in a nobler, sweeter song,
We’ll sing Thy power to save;
No more with lisping, stammering tongue,
But conquerors o’er the grave.

(By William Cowper (1731-1800) in Hymns for the Little Flock; verse 2 by James G. Deck.)