The Saving Power

On the earth

long ago

dwelt the Sav­ior of men

As a low­ly and meek Na­za­rene;

And His won­der­ful pow’r

Is the same now as then—

For He washed me and made me clean.

Oh

the won­drous sav­ing pow­er

Oh

the mar­vel­ous sav­ing pow­er

Of the ev­er­last­ing Prince

Sav­ior

King;

For He washed me in the flood

Of his pre­cious

sav­ing blood

And for­ev­er His praise I’ll sing.

He in­vit­ed the poor and the halt and the blind;

Whosoever might call on His name!

He was able to save

He was won­drous­ly kind

And to­day He is just the same.

Some glad day we shall dwell

With the meek Na­za­rene

When this life and its tri­als are o’er;

When we’re washed and re­deemed

And made free from our sin

We shall rest on that heav’n­ly shore.