I hear celestial music strains
Resounding everywhere;
Their tidings fill Judea’s plains,
That Christ our sins did bear.
Yes, yes, yes, my heart from sin is freed,
Yes, free indeed.
Refrain:
’Tis Jesus makes, yes, makes me whole,
’Tis Jesus makes, yes, makes me whole,
My care and all on Him I roll,
He fully saves my soul.
Shall I defeat His gracious plan,
And cast away His love,
Since He thus gave His life for man,
That we may live above?
No, no, no, Thy love I do receive,
Thy love receive.
I’m in the precious, healing stream;
’Tis flowing o’er my soul;
From every stain I now am clean,
’Tis Jesus makes me whole.
Yes, yes, yes, the blood it cleanseth me,
Yes, cleanseth me.
In this pure stream I will abide,
It flows for you and me,
From Jesus’ deeply wounded side,
The stream from Calvary.
Yes, yes, yes, I see the dying Lamb,
His child I am. |
