The summer breazeMade ripples on the pondAnd rattled through the reedsAnd the willow trees boyond.Daddy, in his good hatMamma in her sunday dressWatched with pride as I stood thereIn the water up to my chest.And the preacher spokeAbout the cleansing bloodAs I sank my toesInto the east tennessee mud.Then it was down with the old manAnd up with the newRaised to walk inThe way of life and truthI didnt see no angelsJust a few saints on the shoreBut I felt like a new born babyCradled up in the arms of the Lord.Amazing graceOh, how sweet the soundThere was glory in the airThere was dinner on the ground.And my sins which were manyWere washed away and goneAlong with a buffalo nickelI forgot to leave at home.That semed like such a smallSmall price to payFor the blessed peace of mindThat came to me that day.It was down with the old manAnd up with the newRaised to walk inThe way of life and truth.I didnt see no angelsJust a few saints on the shoreBut I felt like a new born babyCradled up in the arms of the Lord.This road is long and dustySometimes a soul it must be cleansedAnd I long to feel that waterRushing over me again.I didnt see no angelsJust a few saints on the shoreBut I felt like a new born babyCradled up in the arms of the Lord.But I felt like a new born babyCradled up in the arms of the Lord...