Long the distance that he fell.
Far removed from hope and heaven,
Near to deep despair and hell;
But there was a fountain opened,
And the blood of God's own Son,
Purifies the soul and reaches,
Deeper than sin's stain has gone.
Conscience of that deep pollution,
Sinners wander on out in the night;
Even though the Shepherd’s calling,
Still they fear to face the light.
Thus the precious consolation,
That should melt the old heart of stone;
This sweet balm of Gilead reaches,
O much deeper than sin’s stain has gone.
All unworthy, we who've wandered,
Where our eyes were wet with tears;
And we think of love that sought us,
Through the dreary wasted years;
Now we walk the holy highway,
With the pure in heart along,
Because Calvary's flow thus reaches,
Deeper than sin’s stain has gone.
When with holy throngs we're standing,
In the presence of the Great King;
And our souls are lost in wonder,
As the white-robed choirs shall sing;
Then we'll praise the name of Jesus,
With the millions 'round the throne;
Praise Him for the grace that reached us,
Deeper than sin’s stain has gone.
Chorus:
O, Praise the Lord for full salvation,
God still lives upon His throne
And I know God’s Blood still reaches
Deeper than sin’s stain has gone.
I John 1:9
