Texty: Smalltown Poets. Beautiful, Scandalous Night.
Go on up to the mountain of mercy
To the crimson perpetual tide
Kneel down on the shore, be thirsty
No more, go under and be purified
Follow Christ to the holy mountain
Sinner sorry and wrecked by the fall
Cleanse your heart and your soul in the fountain
That flowed for you and for me and for all
At the wonderful, tragic, mysterious tree
On that beautiful scandalous night you and me
Were atoned by His blood and forever washed white
On that beautiful, scandalous night
On the hillside, You were delivered
At the foot of the Cross justified
And Your spirit restored by the river
That poured from our blessed Savior's side
At the wonderful, tragic, mysterious tree
On that beautiful scandalous night you and me
Were atoned by His blood and forever washed white
On that beautiful, scandalous night
Go on up to the mountain of mercy
To the crimson perpetual tide
Kneel down on the shore, be thirsty
No more, go under and be purified
At the wonderful, tragic, mysterious tree
On that beautiful scandalous night you and me
Were atoned by His blood and forever washed white
On that beautiful, scandalous night
To the crimson perpetual tide
Kneel down on the shore, be thirsty
No more, go under and be purified
Follow Christ to the holy mountain
Sinner sorry and wrecked by the fall
Cleanse your heart and your soul in the fountain
That flowed for you and for me and for all
At the wonderful, tragic, mysterious tree
On that beautiful scandalous night you and me
Were atoned by His blood and forever washed white
On that beautiful, scandalous night
On the hillside, You were delivered
At the foot of the Cross justified
And Your spirit restored by the river
That poured from our blessed Savior's side
At the wonderful, tragic, mysterious tree
On that beautiful scandalous night you and me
Were atoned by His blood and forever washed white
On that beautiful, scandalous night
Go on up to the mountain of mercy
To the crimson perpetual tide
Kneel down on the shore, be thirsty
No more, go under and be purified
At the wonderful, tragic, mysterious tree
On that beautiful scandalous night you and me
Were atoned by His blood and forever washed white
On that beautiful, scandalous night
Smalltown Poets