In vain we lavish out our lives To
gather empty goals;
The choicest blessings earth can
yield Will starve a hungry soul.
Our God will every want supply, And fill our hearts with
peace;
The oaths of his new covenant Riches of grace release.
Come, and he'll cleanse our soiled souls, And wash away our
stains
In the dear fountain that his Son Poured from his dying
veins.
We Shall Render Praise
We Shall Render Praise
Lord, as you wash away our
stains
We Shall Render Praise
Our guilt shall vanish all away, Though black as hell
before;
Our sins shall sink beneath the sea, And shall be found no
more.
And, lest the darkness should
o'erspread Our inward powers again,
His Spirit shall bedew our souls, Like purifying rain.
Come, and he'll cleanse our soiled souls, And wash away our
stains
In the dear fountain that his Son Poured from his dying
veins.
We Shall Render Praise
We Shall Render Praise
Lord, as you wash away our
stains
We Shall Render Praise
There shall his sacred Spirit dwell, And deep engrave his
law,
And every motion of our souls To
swift obedience draw.
Thus will he pour salvation down, And we shall render
praise;
We the dear people of his love, And he our God of grace.
We Shall Render Praise
We Shall Render Praise
Lord, as you wash away our
stains
We Shall Render Praise!
Isa. 55:1,2; Zech. 13:1; Mic. 7:19; Ezek. 36:25
After Isaac Watts
Anthony Foster
May 31, 2018
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