- cifra
I cling to the lamb
Who has purchased me with his own blood
And I stand in his righteousness
Washed by his mercy and love
Though I fail a thousand times
Lord, your mercies are new every morning
Wash my heart clean
Let me spirit be steadfast and strong
All my sins like scarlet
Will be white as snow
Though they’re red like crimson
They will be as wool
A broken and contrite heart
You do not despise
Wash over me
Clean my heart, clean my mind, clean my eyes
