Paid for by a ransom
Beyond mans' capacity to know
Our sins washed snow-white
By the Blood of the slain Lamb
Look up, Oh look up
See how crimson dawn
On tiptoe soft
Dances above the verdant hills
Hand in hand
With sailing cloud aloft
Over golden plain
How Your radiant light
Fall like rain
Into our grateful soul
Never to bear again
The darkness of night,
In our slumber-filled eyes
Your Sacred Heart glows
Kindling our faith,
Soothing our cries...
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