The Blood Has Never Lost Its Power THE BLOOD HAS NEVER LOST ITS POWER—Leila Naylor Morris, 1862-1929 The Blood Has Never Lost Its Power 1 In the misty days of yore Jesus’ precious blood had pow’r E’en the thief upon the cross to save; Like a bird his spirit flies To its home in Paradise, Thro’ the pow’r of Calv’ry’s crimson wave. 2 I was lost and steeped in guilt, But the blood for sinners spilt Washed away my sins and set me free; Now and evermore the same, Praise, O praise His holy name!