332 - The Cleansing Wave

O 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 O, it cleanseth me!

O praise the Lord! it cleanseth me,

It cleanseth me, yes, cleanseth me.

I see the new creation rise,
I hear the speaking blood;
It speaks–polluted nature dies,
Sinks ‘neath the cleansing flood.
I rise to walk in heaven’s own light,
Above the world and sin;
With heart made pure and garments white,
And Christ enthroned within.
Amazing grace! ‘tis heaven below
To feel the blood applied,
And Jesus, only Jesus, know,
My Jesus crucified.