There is no other name,
That I would rather know,
Than the name of Him who washed me,
Whiter than the snow.
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About Me
- Redeemed
- Long my imprisoned spirit lay, Fast bound in sin and nature's night, Thine eye diffused a quickening ray, I woke, the dungeon flamed with light. My chains fell off, my heart was free. I rose, went forth, and followed Thee.
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