On the earth, long ago, dwelt the Sav­ior of men
As a low­ly and meek Na­za­rene;
And His won­der­ful pow’r
Is the same now as then—
For He washed me and made me clean.

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Oh, the won­drous sav­ing pow­er,
Oh, the mar­vel­ous sav­ing pow­er,
Of the ev­er­last­ing Prince, Sav­ior, King;
For He washed me in the flood
Of his pre­cious, sav­ing blood,
And for­ev­er His praise I’ll sing.

He in­vit­ed the poor and the halt and the blind;
Whosoever might call on His name!
He was able to save, He was won­drous­ly kind,
And to­day He is just the same.

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Some glad day we shall dwell
With the meek Na­za­rene,
When this life and its tri­als are o’er;
When we’re washed and re­deemed
And made free from our sin,
We shall rest on that heav’n­ly shore.

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