Words fail at the contemplation of what you have done for me.
I am undone by the miracle of your grace.
How can this be?
That I am washed clean by the power of your sacrifice.
Oh, great lamb of the world slain for me.
Precious are you, only beloved Son of God, yet slain for me.
The sorrow of heaven and the joy of heaven wrapt in one sublime ever living moment:
Our great intercession;
Our high priest forever.
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