Though our sins be like scarlet You wash them white as snow,
You cleanse our guilty stains with Your crimson blood flow,
Though guilty, condemned, born and destined a child of wrath,
You adopted me, paid my ransom and my guilt is long past,
I praise You and lay my life on Your altar as a living sacrifice,
Because Your death on the cross God's wrath it did suffice,
Now I am made righteous, cleansed, now a brand new creation,
My life now hidden in You life is worship and joyous elation.
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