Oh, how I want my heart made pure!
Each day a washing; an everlasting fount.
Where grace flows freely; no price or cost
And the bleach of Christ’s blood,
Makes my linens white.
Oh, how I want my heart made pure!
Each day a washing; an everlasting fount.
Where grace flows freely; no price or cost
And the bleach of Christ’s blood,
Makes my linens white.