it was His will to crush you
it was His will to lay you low
He took His hand from on you
He stood aside and let you go
now in the sky there is a darkness
and through the air comes a cold wind shouting
and now the ground begins to tremble
fire from the top of every mountain
o, my lips are so unclean
o, my hands are stained with blood
and o, my God what have I done?
as you hung upon the crossbeam
did you feel the weather changing?
did you hear the curtain tearing?
did you feel the kingdom break in?
now on the earth there is a shrieking
through the night comes a wailing sound
and in my chest a heart is beating
but my breathing barely makes a sound
there is power, wonder-working power
in the blood of the lamb
there is power, wonder-working power
in the precious blood of the lamb
The influence of steel guitar on genres like Delta blues and country has long been underrepresented; this compilation aims to set the record straight. Bandcamp Album of the Day May 5, 2022