Into the grace that floods you: move

Into its current’s blast

Let grasp the will that wills you so

Be sure it holds you fast!

 

Of Christ’s own blood the potion made

The one predestined cure

And designated every drop;

Trust every drop is sure!

 

As sharp the lance into His side

As piercing nails divine

The hardest heart is plunged right-through

Emptied of sin’s black-grime!

 

Behold the Heart no shallows know

But waves confess Him Lord

My tomb is emptied of its grasp

By the grace from His Word!

 

This faith as gifted as a beam

That knocks me from the shore

Into the grace that floods me so

Thus save me evermore!

 

Lord Jesus Christ uproot this man

As time and tide are Yours

My righteousness is You alone

And Your cup ever pours!