First Line: Who, who are these beside the chilly wave,

Who, who are these beside the chilly wave,

Just on the borders of the silent grave,
Shouting Jesus' power to save,
Washed in the blood of the Lamb?

Sweeping through the gates of the New
Jerusalem,
Washed in the blood of the Lamb.

2 These, these are they who, in their youthful days,
Found Jesus early, and in wisdom's ways
Proved the fulness of His grace,
Washed in the blood of the Lamb.

3 These, these are they who, in affliction's woes,
Ever have found in Jesus calm repose,
Such as from a pure heart Sows,
Washed in the blood of the Lamb.

4 These, these are they who, in the conflict dire,
Boldly have stood amid the hottest fire ;
Jesus now says : Come up higher,
Washed in the blood of the Lamb.

5 Safe, safe upon the ever-shining shore,
Sin, pain, and death, and sorrow, all
Happy now and evermore, [are o'er ;
Washed in the blood of the Lamb.