Raging waves of the sea, foaming violently
Come and wash o'er my heart, drowning my guilt and shame.
Oh that your waters could cleanse the sin that soils my soul,
Deliver me from its power, make me worthy of heaven.

Massive mountains of earth rising majestically,
Come and cover my heart, hiding my guilt and shame.
Oh that your heights could remove the sin that soils my soul.
Deliver me from its power, make me worthy of heaven.

If the waves could wash, if the mountains hide,
They could cleanse me heart, end my guilt and shame.
But water will never cleanse to the depths of sin,
Nor the mountains cover its reaches of pain.

Precious blood of Christ, flowing boundlessly,
Come and wash o'er my heart, ending its guilt and shame.
The blood has all power to cleanse the sin that soils my soul,
Deliver me from its power, make me worthy of heaven.

TjT