1 In the blood from the cross
I have been washed from sin;
But to be free from dross,
Still I would enter in.
Chorus
Deeper yet, deeper yet,
Into the crimson flood;
Deeper yet, deeper yet,
Under the precious blood.
2 Day by day, hour by hour,
Blessings are sent to me;
But for more of His power
Ever my prayer shall be.
3 Near to Christ I would live,
Following Him each day;
What I ask He will give;
So then with faith I pray.
4 Now I have peace, sweet peace,
While in this world of sin;
But to pray I'll not cease
Till I am pure within.
