P. Palmer

C.M.Ref.

OH, now I see the crimson wave,

The fountain deep and wide;

Jesus, my Lord, mighty to save,

Points to His wounded side.

The cleansing stream I see, I see!

I plunge, and oh, it cleanseth me;

Oh, praise the Lord, it cleanseth me,

It cleanseth me, yes, cleanseth me.

2

I see the new creation rise,

I hear the speaking blood;

It speaks! polluted nature dies—

Sinks ’neath the crimson flood.

3

I rise to walk in heaven’s own light,

Above the world and sin;

With hearts made pure and garments white.

And Christ enthroned within.

4

Amazing grace! ’tis heaven below,

To feel the blood applied;

And Jesus, only Jesus know,

My Jesus crucified.