| Once a slave to the fear and the darkness held within
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| O the weight of my sin, my shame
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| By His grace purified, in redeeming sacrifice
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| Living hope that won’t spoil or fade
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| I am washed by the blood of the Son on the cross
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| I am washed by the blood of the Lamb
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| All my guilt, all my shame, were His wounds and His pain
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| I am washed by the blood of the Lamb
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| Now we know who we are, precious children called by God
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| Let us serve and exalt our King
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| With our hearts and our minds freely offer up our lives
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| Run the race, fix our gaze on Him
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| We are washed by the blood of the Son on the cross
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| We are washed by the blood of the Lamb
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| All our guilt, all our shame, were His wounds and His pain
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| We are washed by the blood of the Lamb
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| We will rise as He rose, for the grave no longer holds
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| Every tear will be wiped away
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| And the saints will be heard, praising God forevermore
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| Face to face with the One who saves
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| We are washed by the blood of the Son on the cross
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| We are washed by the blood of the Lamb
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| All our guilt, all our shame, were His wounds and His pain
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| We are washed by the blood of the Lamb, oh
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| We are washed by the blood of the Son on the cross
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| We are washed by the blood of the Lamb
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| All our guilt, all our shame, were His wounds and His pain
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| We are washed by the blood of the Lamb |