The Crimson Wave

O cross of shame and ang­uish

Dark

fa­thom­less

un­known;

O fount of grace and glo­ry

O tide of love di­vine

Flow on till ev­ery na­tion

Shall tell thy pow­er to save—

The heal­ing

cleans­ing pow­er in

The flow­ing crim­son wave.

The crim­son tide is flow­ing free

For thee

dear one

for thee

for thee;

Come

bathe thy wea­ry

sin sick soul

Its heal­ing tide shall make thee whole.

The crim­son wave is flow­ing

Is flow­ing now for thee;

Behold the fount­ain op­en wide

Upon Mount Cal­va­ry;

That crim­son wave is flow­ing

Dear sin­ner

’tis for thee;

Come with thy hea­vy bur­den

for

The tide is full and free.

Behold by faith a Sav­ior

Upon th’ac­curs­èd tree;

Behold Him bleed­ing

dy­ing there

And this for you and me!

Come to this heal­ing fount­ain

O haste with­out de­lay

And ’neath its wave of crim­son wash

Thy load of sin away.

Behold your Sav­ior plead­ing—

His mer­cy now is free;

Come

lest the tide

re­ced­ing

No more avail for thee;

That fount­ain now is open

The Spir­it striv­ing still;

To all He in­vi­ta­tion gives:

Come

who­so­ev­er will.