'I hear the words of love,
I gaze upon the blood,
I see the mighty sacrifice, and I have peace with God.
It’s everlasting peace, sure as Jehovah's name,
It’s stable as His steadfast throne, for evermore the same
The clouds may go and come, and storms may sweep my sky,
This blood-sealed friendship changes not, the cross is ever nigh.'
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