283 | The Cleansing Wave. C.M.
It Cleanseth Me.
Oh, now I see the crimson wave,
The fountain deep and wide;
Jesus, my Lord, mighty to save,
Points to his wounded side.
Cho.—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 rise to walk in heaven’s own light,
Above the world and sin,
With heart made pure, and garments white,
And Christ enthroned within.
3 Amazing grace! ’tis heaven below
To feel the blood applied;
And Jesus, only Jesus know,
My Jesus crucified.
Mrs. Phœbe Palmer