Let the water and the blood from thy wounded side be show'd, be, O sin, the double cure, safe for wrath and many more. Could my tears for ever flow? Could my spiel now end the blow? Peace, O sin, could not atone. How a sin, and how alone. Give my hand, O Christ, I bring. Sing me to thy cross I cling. Copyright © 2018 Mooji Media Ltd. All Rights Reserved. No part of this recording may be reproduced without Mooji Media Ltd.'s express consent.
