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Tuning: E A D G B E
Music: Phoebe Palmer Knapp, 1839-1908 Words: Phoebe Palmer, 1807-1874 [Verse 1]
DO now I see the Gcrimson wave, The foun-Dtain deep and Awide; DJesus, my Lord, might-Gy to save, Points to DHis wound-A7ed Dside.
[Chorus]
The Gcleansing stream, I Dsee, I see! I Aplunge and, O it Gcleans-Deth me! O Gpraise the Lord, it Dcleanseth me! It Acleans-Deth A7me, Yes, it cleans-Deth me!
[Verse 2]
DI see the new cre-Gation rise; I hear Dthe speaking Ablood. DIt speaks! poluted Gnature dies. Sinks 'neath Dthe cleans-A7ing Dflood.
[Chorus]
The Gcleansing stream, I Dsee, I see! I Aplunge and, O it Gcleans-Deth me! O Gpraise the Lord, it Dcleanseth me! It Acleans-Deth A7me, Yes, it cleans-Deth me!
[Verse 3]
DI rise to walk in Gheaven's own light; A-bove Dthe world and Asin, DWith heart made pure, and Ggarments white, And Christ Denthroned A7with-Din.
[Chorus]
The Gcleansing stream, I Dsee, I see! I Aplunge and, O it Gcleans-Deth me! O Gpraise the Lord, it Dcleanseth me! It Acleans-Deth A7me, Yes, it cleans-Deth me!
[Verse 4]
DA-mazing grace! 'tis Gheaven below, To feel tDhe blood ap-plAied, DAnd Jesus, only GJesus knows, My Jesus Dcru-A7ci-Dfied.
[Chorus]
The Gcleansing stream, I Dsee, I see! I Aplunge and, O it Gcleans-Deth me! O Gpraise the Lord, it Dcleanseth me! It Acleans-Deth A7me, Yes, it cleans-Deth me!