You will turn my mourning into dancing,
my crimson soul whiter than snow glistening in sun ...
"How can this be?"
The question of the ages is whispered in my heart ...
Crimson for crimson
A Son has been given ...
turtle doves may be put away
no need to lay them on altar
let them coo their happy melody
for Son of God has shed crimson blood for my crimson stain
freeing my sinful heart to be reconciled to will of God.
How great is Thy mercy ...
"Come now, and let us reason together; says the Lord, "Though your sins are like scarlet, they will be white as snow; though they are like crimson, they will be as wool." Isaiah 1:18
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