| CRIMSON TIDE Crimson tide; flowing wide Plunging deep within The rising flood of Jesus' blood It cleansed my soul from sin At the cross; see the loss Of that crimson flow From Jesus' side; gaping wide From a sword's cruel blow Chorus Blood of the Lamb; cleansed I am It washed my sins away Crimson tide; flowing wide Sinners bathe in it today His hands impaled and roughly nailed To that centre tree Thorn crowned head; dripping red And there He died for me He arose again; so that we then May know the cleansing purge Of blood drops red; that were shed And from His side did surge Colin Moffett |
A good friend of mine; Martin Moore; composed the tune
for this poem and recorded it on a Gospel CD of his
called "THE PERFECT GIFT"
for this poem and recorded it on a Gospel CD of his
called "THE PERFECT GIFT"
If you would like to listen to more of Martin Moore
singing from his Gospel CD, check out colinstephen's
podcast below. We hope you enjoy the music. Click on
play button to hear Martin Moore sing...Click on posts
to see and select songs
singing from his Gospel CD, check out colinstephen's
podcast below. We hope you enjoy the music. Click on
play button to hear Martin Moore sing...Click on posts
to see and select songs
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