1 Baptismal waters cover me
as I approach on bended knee;
my Father’s mercy here I plead,
for grievous sins of thought and deed.
2 I look to Christ upon the tree,
HIs body broken there for me;
I lay before Him all my sin,
my darkest secrets from within.
3 Lord, may Your wounded hand impart
Your healing to my broken heart;
Your love alone can form in me
a heart that serves You joyfully.
4 From Your own mouth comes forth a word;
Your shepherd speaks, but You are heard;
through him Your hand now stretches out,
forgiving sin, destroying doubt.
5 Baptismal waters cover me;
Christ’s wounded hand has set me free.
Held in my Father’s strong embrace,
with joy I praise Him for His grace.
