In the Blood From the Cross
In the blood from the Cross I have been washed from sin; But to be free from dross, Still I would enter in.
Deeper yet, deeper yet, Into the crimson flood; Deeper yet, deeper yet, Under the precious blood.
Day by day, hour by hour Blessings are sent to me; But for more of His power, Ever my prayer shall be.
Deeper yet, deeper yet, Into the crimson flood; Deeper yet, deeper yet, Under the precious blood.
Near to Christ I would live, Following Him each day; What I ask He will give, So then with faith I pray.
Deeper yet, deeper yet, Into the crimson flood; Deeper yet, deeper yet, Under the precious blood.
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Now I have peace, sweet peace, While in this world of sin; But to pray I'll not cease Till I am pure within. Our eternal home!
Deeper yet, deeper yet, Into the crimson flood; Deeper yet, deeper yet, Under the precious blood.