Though I should seek to wash me clean
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Though I should seek to wash me cleanIn water of the driven snow,My soul would yet its spots retain,And sink in conscious guilt and woe.
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God's law in all its power divineCondemns my erring soul to death;Declares the foulness of its sin,And shows the vileness of its worth.
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There must a Mediator pleadWhom God and man may both embrace,With God for man to intercede,And offer us the purchased grace.
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And thus the Son of God is slainTo be this Mediator crowned;In him, my soul, be cleansed from stain,In him thy righteousness be found.