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Sweeping Through the Gates

Tullius Clinton O’Kane
(1830-1912)

Who, who are these beside the chilly wave,
Just on the borders of the silent grave,
Shouting Jesus’ power to save,
“Washed in the blood of the Lamb”?

Chorus:
Sweeping through the gates of the New Jerusalem,
“Washed in the blood of the Lamb,”
Sweeping through the gates of the New Jerusalem,
“Washed in the blood of the Lamb.”

These, these are they who, in their youthful days,
Found Jesus early, and in wisdom’s ways
Proved the fulness of His grace,
“Washed in the blood of the Lamb.”

These, these are they who, through affliction’s woes,
Ever have found in Jesus sweet repose
Such as from a pure heart flows,
“Washed in the blood of the Lamb.”

These, these are they who, in the conflict dire,
Boldly have stood amid the hottest fire;
Jesus now says: “Come up higher,”
“Washed in the blood of the Lamb.”

Safe, safe upon the ever-shining shore,
Sin, pain, and death, and sorrow all are o’er;
Happy now and evermore,
“Washed in the blood of the Lamb.”

 

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