Father, I come to lay my sins on the spotless Lamb of God
He bears them all, and he washes me whiter than the driven snow
All praises, all honour, all glory is yours
All power, all wisdom be to our God
Father I come, and place my hand in the hand pierced by a nail
I bring all my fear, all my hurt and grief; he brings healing and release
Father I come to offer praise to my Saviour, Friend and King
He set me free and he makes me sing songs of life and hope and peace

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