Perfect Love 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