In the shadows of a steadfast night My name is called into the light No longer shamed in endless drought No longer cast to wander. A broken and a contrite heart Your words will not despise Your tender mercies claimed my life And bind me to your glory For the life I’ve lived and past undone You’ve cast them to be unwritten I call to you with my undying tongue And you tell me it’s been finished. Create in me a clean heart Restore to me your joy The king of my salvation The purpose to my song Uphold me by your spirit The threefold of your love The guilt of bloodshed left behind The power the grave //ia

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