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Jesus paid it all. All to Him I owe. Sin had left a crimson stain He washed it white as snow // Oh praise the One who paid my debt and raised this life up from the dead // I don't want to talk about You like You're not in the room. I wanna look right at You. I wanna sing right to You. // In Christ alone, my hope is found. He is my light, my strength, my song. // What heights of love, what depths of peace // My comforter, my All in All, here in the love of Christ I stand.

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