P. Palmer
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.
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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.