My wounds that stung before now sing
Washed in precious blood
My soul has been bedecked with jewels
My broken heart too terrible to hold
Oh sinner, hast thou ever had
The blood of Christ so lovingly applied?
The sacred linament of mercy
With downy fingers bind
Through Jesus' blood and righteousness
His beauty is my glorious dress
A name too terrible to say
With joy, I dance round the abyss
Bold shall I stand on that great day
In bright celestial robes arrayed
Fully absolved through Christ, I am
From sins too terrible to name
Oh sinner, have you ever had
The love of Christ so ruthlessly denied?
The sacred linament of judgement
With cruel fingers bind
I want to address myself as best as I know how to those that I have wronged
That I have sinned against
First of all, my wife, Frances
Of never gave a man a better helpmate and companion
And as far as this gospel has been taken through the ether waves to the great cities of the world and covered this globe
It would never have been done were it not for her strength
Her courage, her consecration to her Redeemer, the Lord Jesus Christ
But to its thousands and thousands of pastors that are godly
That uphold the standard of righteousness, its evangelists
That are heralds and criers of redemption
Its missionaries on the front lines of darkness, holding back the path of Hell
The One whom I serve and I love and I worship
I bow at His feet, who has saved me and washed me and cleansed me
I have sinned against You, my Lord
And I would ask that Your precious blood would wash and cleanse every stain
Until it is in the seas of God's forgetfulness
Never to be remembered against me anymore
