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Purified

by Micah Betzner

Vile, Undone to Him compared am I
I, a worm for whom He chose to die
How is it that He would redeem?
'Tis only through that bloody stream
Of Whom in Scripture it is said: He cannot lie.

Looking up, I see the nail-pierced feet,
For my life, from death He'd not retreat
There on His head, not mine, the thorns
And not my hands, but His, were torn
On Him took He judgment that for me was meet.

Purified: my state in Christ I see
Purified: in Him from sin I'm free
But when I trust in selfish pride
From sin I am not purified
Lord, cleanse within and give me Thine own purity.

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