Deep were the scarlet stains of sin

1 Deep were the scarlet stains of sin,
Strong were the bonds of fault within;
But now I stand both pure and free,
The blood of Jesus cleanses me.

2 Strong are the foes that round me creep,
Constant the vigil I must keep;
But from a secret armoury
The grace of Jesus strengthens me.

3 What though the treacherous road may wind,
Faith in my heart assures my mind;
E’en when his face I do not see,
The hand of Jesus reaches me.

4 This is the lamp to pilgrim given,
This is my passport into Heaven,
Portent of immortality,
That God, through Jesus, dwells in me.


Source: The Song Book of the Salvation Army #176