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The Healing Stream.
Jesus, my Lord, that healing stream,
Comes flowing from Thy side;
I see Thee hanging on the cross,
I see Thy garments dyed,
Comes flowing from Thy side;
I see Thee hanging on the cross,
I see Thy garments dyed,
In blood which can atone for sin;
How rich that blood must be,
Which can atone for all the world—
Which doth atone for me!
How rich that blood must be,
Which can atone for all the world—
Which doth atone for me!
Oh precious stream, forever flow
To gladden every eye,
'Till every cloud has disappeared
Of sin beneath the sky!
To gladden every eye,
'Till every cloud has disappeared
Of sin beneath the sky!
'Till Jesus reigns on earth alone,
And reigns in Heaven above;
'Till all the nations feel and know
That God is only love.
And reigns in Heaven above;
'Till all the nations feel and know
That God is only love.
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'Till we shall meet in that blessed land
With neither pain nor fear;
Until we feel His loving hand
Removing every tear.
With neither pain nor fear;
Until we feel His loving hand
Removing every tear.
'Till we shall join that happy host
Thy holy name to praise;
With harps and voices sounding sweet,
In everlasting lays.
Thy holy name to praise;
With harps and voices sounding sweet,
In everlasting lays.
April 23, 1877.
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