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Blessed is he who has got |
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His transgressions forgiven |
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And his sins hidden |
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Blessed is the man whom the |
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Lord Do not ascribe misdeeds |
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And is without deceit in his spirit |
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Buried it deep inside |
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But soon a sprout came forth |
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It kept on growing |
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I couldn't hide |
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When I kept it to myself |
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Slowly my bones corroded |
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And my vitality vanished |
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Like in the summer dry |
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Too many people living this life |
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Who can take their guilt away? |
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Their minds are rotting |
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And causing an endless pain |
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Soon they are demented and put away |
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I confessed my sins to |
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You And did not hide my guilt |
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I said "I want to confess my misdeeds to You" |
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And He took away my sin and guilt |
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He is my sanctuary |