Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?
The saints smiled gravely, and they said, “He’s come.”
Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb? |Bass drums|
Walking lepers followed, rank on rank,
Lurching bravos from the ditches dank,
Drabs from the alleyways and drug-fiends pale—
Minds still passion-ridden, soul-powers frail!
Vermin-eaten saints with mouldy breath
Unwashed legions with the ways of death—
Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?