To thee do I flee
When the enemies lies
Begin to torment me
I behold your beauty
In the face of your son
Perfect in mercy
To thee do I run
For you pursue me
In the depth of my sin
You break bread with me
You long to come in
And dwell with sinners
You never change
Though men your gospel
Try to rearrange
Oh perfect lover
Perfect King
Perfect salvation
All shall sing
Those redeemed
And those damned
Will bow the knee
To the Holy Lamb
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