by Guest2 » Sun Apr 12, 2020 4:32 am
Crimson flow, cover me. Make me whiter than snow.
For the blood you shed on Calvary, is the greatest gift I know.
Wash me in that cleansing tide. Oh precious Lord let me be thine.
Make me whole, through thy precious crimson flow.
I was lost and undone, and I could not find my way.
Till I heard of a man, who would wash my sins away.
How they drove the nails in him, and they hung him in my stead. And the cross where he died, it was stained Crimson red.
Now when Jesus was accused, Pilate saw He would be killed.
So he tried to wash his hands, of Jesus blood that would be spilled.
But unlike Pilate I’m glad to know that on my heart his blood has flowed and if you will say this prayer then what joy you too can know.
Crimson flow, cover me. Make me whiter than snow.
For the blood you shed on Calvary, is the greatest gift I know.
Wash me in that cleansing tide. Oh precious Lord let me be thine.
Make me whole, through thy precious crimson flow.
I was lost and undone, and I could not find my way.
Till I heard of a man, who would wash my sins away.
How they drove the nails in him, and they hung him in my stead. And the cross where he died, it was stained Crimson red.
Now when Jesus was accused, Pilate saw He would be killed.
So he tried to wash his hands, of Jesus blood that would be spilled.
But unlike Pilate I’m glad to know that on my heart his blood has flowed and if you will say this prayer then what joy you too can know.