"Plunge" appears in 20 hymns in our collection, reflecting its spiritual significance in worship.
Plunge
...For the healing of the nations is its flow;
Come, ye millions, plunge into the crimson tide;
O the precious blood will cleanse you as you go,...
For the healing of the nations is its flow;
Come, ye millions, plunge into the crimson tide;
O the precious blood will cleanse you as you go,
...There’s cleansing in the precious blood;
And plunge into the flowing fountain,
There’s cleansing in the precious blood....
There’s cleansing in the precious blood;
And plunge into the flowing fountain,
There’s cleansing in the precious blood.
...The soul that hath rejected the Crucified.
Sinner, sinner, plunge in the crimson flood!
There’s pardon, peace, and cleansing beneath the blood....
The soul that hath rejected the Crucified.
Sinner, sinner, plunge in the crimson flood!
There’s pardon, peace, and cleansing beneath the blood.
...The soul that hath rejected the Crucified.
Sinner, sinner, plunge in the crimson flood!
There’s pardon, peace, and cleansing beneath the blood....
The soul that hath rejected the Crucified.
Sinner, sinner, plunge in the crimson flood!
There’s pardon, peace, and cleansing beneath the blood.
...Accomplished in the change of mine,
And plunge me, every whit made whole,
In all the depths of love divine....
Accomplished in the change of mine,
And plunge me, every whit made whole,
In all the depths of love divine.
...My faith’s growing bolder, delivered I’ll be;
I plunge ’neath the waters, I plunge ’neath the waters,
I plunge ’neath the waters, they roll over me....
My faith’s growing bolder, delivered I’ll be;
I plunge ’neath the waters, I plunge ’neath the waters,
I plunge ’neath the waters, they roll over me.
...Bless to him the cleansing flood,
Plunge him, by a second birth,
Into the depths of God....
Bless to him the cleansing flood,
Plunge him, by a second birth,
Into the depths of God.
...He is near,
And when it is plunged ’neath the oncoming tide,
He is near us then....
He is near,
And when it is plunged ’neath the oncoming tide,
He is near us then.
...He is near,
And when it is plunged ’neath the oncoming tide,
He is near us then....
He is near,
And when it is plunged ’neath the oncoming tide,
He is near us then.
...Drawn from Immanuel’s veins;
And sinners, plunged beneath that flood,
Lose all their guilty stains:...
Drawn from Immanuel’s veins;
And sinners, plunged beneath that flood,
Lose all their guilty stains:
...The cleansing stream I see, I see;
I plunge, and O it cleanseth me!
O praise the Lord it cleanseth me!...
The cleansing stream I see, I see;
I plunge, and O it cleanseth me!
O praise the Lord it cleanseth me!
...That from His side did flow;
I plunged beneath the crimson flood,
That washes white as snow....
That from His side did flow;
I plunged beneath the crimson flood,
That washes white as snow.
...Come, oh come, the Savior calls you,
Come and plunge beneath its flood.
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Come, oh come, the Savior calls you,
Come and plunge beneath its flood.
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...Whom God exists but to condemn.
Plunged in the desperate depths of sin,
Debased without, corrupt within,...
Whom God exists but to condemn.
Plunged in the desperate depths of sin,
Debased without, corrupt within,
...There’s a crimson tide from the Savior’s side,
And it purgeth all who plunge therein;
O its healing stream doth the soul redeem,...
There’s a crimson tide from the Savior’s side,
And it purgeth all who plunge therein;
O its healing stream doth the soul redeem,
...There’s a crimson tide from the Savior’s side,
And it purgeth all who plunge therein;
O its healing stream doth the soul redeem,...
There’s a crimson tide from the Savior’s side,
And it purgeth all who plunge therein;
O its healing stream doth the soul redeem,
...Rich blessings to bestow;
Plunge now into the crimson flood
That washeth white as snow....
Rich blessings to bestow;
Plunge now into the crimson flood
That washeth white as snow.
...His sentence is th’apostate’s doom;
Plunged in the depths of grief unless
With broken heart his crime he feel;...
His sentence is th’apostate’s doom;
Plunged in the depths of grief unless
With broken heart his crime he feel;
...Crowned with thorns His sacred head,
Plunged Him with a soldier’s spear;
Made His soul a sacrifice,...
Crowned with thorns His sacred head,
Plunged Him with a soldier’s spear;
Made His soul a sacrifice,
...But Jesus’ blood, O precious flood!
And whosoever will may plunge therein,
And be made free from sin....
But Jesus’ blood, O precious flood!
And whosoever will may plunge therein,
And be made free from sin.
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