O cross of shame and ang­uish,
Dark, fa­thom­less, un­known;
O fount of grace and glo­ry,
O tide of love di­vine,
Flow on till ev­ery na­tion
Shall tell thy pow­er to save—
The heal­ing, cleans­ing pow­er in
The flow­ing crim­son wave.

Refrain

The crim­son tide is flow­ing free,
For thee, dear one, for thee, for thee;
Come, bathe thy wea­ry, sin sick soul,
Its heal­ing tide shall make thee whole.

The crim­son wave is flow­ing,
Is flow­ing now for thee;
Behold the fount­ain op­en wide
Upon Mount Cal­va­ry;
That crim­son wave is flow­ing,
Dear sin­ner, ’tis for thee;
Come with thy hea­vy bur­den, for
The tide is full and free.

Refrain

Behold by faith a Sav­ior
Upon th’ac­curs­èd tree;
Behold Him bleed­ing, dy­ing there,
And this for you and me!
Come to this heal­ing fount­ain,
O haste with­out de­lay,
And ’neath its wave of crim­son wash
Thy load of sin away.

Refrain

Behold your Sav­ior plead­ing—
His mer­cy now is free;
Come, lest the tide, re­ced­ing,
No more avail for thee;
That fount­ain now is open,
The Spir­it striv­ing still;
To all He in­vi­ta­tion gives:
Come, who­so­ev­er will.

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