Phoebe Palmer
(1807-1874)
Oh, now I see the crimson wave!
The fountain deep and wide;
Jesus, my Lord, mighty to save,
Points to His wounded side.
Refrain:
The cleansing stream I see, I see!
I plunge, and, oh, it cleanseth me!
Oh, praise the Lord, it cleanseth me!
It cleanseth me, yes, cleanseth me.
I see the new creation rise,
I hear the speaking blood;
It speaks, polluted nature dies,
Sinks ’neath the cleansing flood.
I rise to walk in Heav’n’s own light,
Above the world and sin,
With heart made pure and garments white,
And Christ enthroned within.1
Amazing grace! ’tis Heav’n below
To feel the blood applied,
And Jesus, only Jesus know—
My Jesus crucified.
- The third stanza is quoted by Isaiah Reid in Sixth Theory: I Expect to Become So At Death. ↩
