Chorus
O the blood of Jesus,
O the blood of Jesus,
O the blood of Jesus,
it will never loose its power.
Bridge
He was despised and rejected,
a man of sorrow acquainted with grief.
Wounded for our transgression,
He was bruised for our iniquities.
Ooh
(But still He rose up that third morning,
He got up with all power in His hands);
Going back to His Father in glory
and He's soon to come again.
Vamp
Never gonna loose,
never ever gonna loose it's power,
365 days of the year,
every second, every hour.
Never gonna loose,
never ever gonna loose it's power
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