Crimson tide; flowing wide
Plunging deep within
The rising flood of Jesus’ blood
It cleansed my soul from sin
At the cross; see the loss
Of that crimson flow
From Jesus’ side; gaping wide
From a swords’ cruel blow
Chorus
Blood of the Lamb; cleansed I am
It washed my sins away
Crimson tide; flowing wide
Sinners bathe in it today
His hands impaled and roughly nailed
To that centre tree
Thorn crowned head; dripping red
And there He died for me
He arose again; so that we then
May know the cleansing purge
Of blood drops red; that were shed
And from His side did surge
Chorus
Blood of the Lamb; cleansed I am
It washed my sins away
Crimson tide; flowing wide
Sinners bathe in it today
Colin Moffett
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