Here at the Cross (Beneath the Blood)

Here at thy cross, its crimson wood

Beneath thy love I lay my soul,

And covered by thy precious blood,

This broken vessel is made whole.

You speak, my Lord, and calm my fear;

For I am safe beneath thy shade

Thy vengeance will not strike me here,

Nor Satan dares my heart invade.

Here at the cross, beneath the blood

That purchased my pardon that day

Here where I’m washed in the soul-healing flood;

My sins, which were many, are all washed away,

Lord, with this guilty heart of mine

To thy dear cross I flee and fall

And to thy grace my soul resign,

To be renewed at your call.

Sprinkled afresh with pard'ning blood,

Clean before my Lord I stand

Here in th' embraces of my God,

Held fast in my Savior’s hand.

Here at the cross, beneath the blood

That purchased my pardon that day

Here where I’m washed in the soul-healing flood;

My sins, which were many, are all washed away,

All glory to the dying Lamb,

Proclaim his never-ceasing praise,

While angels live to know his name,

And saints to feel his saving grace.

Proclaim the wonders of the cross

Let every distant nation hear;

And while you sound his lofty praise,

Let humble mortals bow and fear.

Here at the cross, beneath the blood

That purchased my pardon that day

Here where I’m washed in the soul-healing flood;

My sins, which were many, are all washed away,

After Isaac Watts and Ida A. Guirey

Anthony Foster

July 13, 2018