Sunday, July 15, 2018

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

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