The Lord looked down on me and saw
A rebellious wretched child
‘Tis a woeful sinner here
No beauty here no bride.
Yet He took a spotless robe of white
And wrapped me there within,
He purified the darkest spot
And made me whole again.
Jesus cleanser of my soul
The blood that washes clean,
Find a grateful sinner here
‘Tis all I have to give.
I surrender Him His rightful throne
To wear the lawful crown,
If He ‘dost rule the foe must keep
Underneath His feet.
Jesus let me bear a cross
That I may like Thee be,
And walk the road of suffering
As though I bear a crown.
Blood-stained, rough though it may be
And cause my body wear,
‘Tis my joy to walk with Thee
My privilege and my prize.
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