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1 Come, with me visit Calvary
Where our redeemer died;
His blood now fills the fountain,
‘Tis deep, ‘tis full, ‘tis wide.
He died from sin to sever
Our hearts and lives complete;
He saves and keeps for ever
Those living at his feet.

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Calvary’s stream is flowing,
Calvary’s stream is flowing;
Flowing so free for you and me;
Calvary’s stream is flowing;.

Refrain:
To the uttermost he saves,
To the uttermost he saves;
Dare you now believe
And his love receive?
To the uttermost he saves.

2 God’s great, free, full salvation
Is offered here and now;
Complete blood-bought redemption
Can be obtained by you.
Reach out faith’s hand, now claiming,
The cleansing flood will flow;
Look up just now, believing,
His fulness you shall know.

3 I will surrender fully
And do my Saviour’s will;
He shall now make me holy
And with himself me fill.
He’s saving, I’m believing,
This blessing now I claim;
His Spirit I’m receiving,
My heart is in a flame.

4 I’ve wondrous peace through trusting,
A well of joy within;
This rest is everlasting,
My days fresh triumphs win.
He gives me heavenly measure,
Pressed down and running o’er;
O what a priceless treasure,
Glory for evermore!
The Song Book of the Salvation Army #413 (1986)
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