I hear celestial music strains Resounding everywhere; Their tidings fill Judea’s plains, That Christ our sins did bear. Yes, yes, yes, my heart from sin is freed, Yes, free indeed.
Refrain: ’Tis Jesus makes, yes, makes me whole, ’Tis Jesus makes, yes, makes me whole, My care and all on Him I roll, He fully saves my soul.
Shall I defeat His gracious plan, And cast away His love, Since He thus gave His life for man, That we may live above? No, no, no, Thy love I do receive, Thy love receive.
I’m in the precious, healing stream; ’Tis flowing o’er my soul; From every stain I now am clean, ’Tis Jesus makes me whole. Yes, yes, yes, the blood it cleanseth me, Yes, cleanseth me.
In this pure stream I will abide, It flows for you and me, From Jesus’ deeply-wounded side, The stream from Calvary. Yes, yes, yes, I see the dying Lamb, His child I am.