My God, my God, to thee I cry
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My God, my God, to thee I cry;Thee only would I know:Thy purifying blood apply,And wash me white as snow.Touch me, and make the leper clean;Purge mine iniquity:Unless thou wash my soul from sin,I have no part in thee.
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But art thou not already mine?Answer, if mine thou art;Whisper within, thou Love divine,And cheer my drooping heart.Behold for me the Victim bleeds,His wounds are open wide;For me the blood of sprinkling pleads,And speaks me justified.