Come now, and let us reason together, saith the Lord: though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool.
Isaiah 1:18
The Lord of Reason is thy name;
thou only can relieve my shame.
Gaudy crimson pride and fault
are drowning me -- O Lord, exalt!
Cleanse me like the fallen snow;
cover me with woolen throw.
Help me to renounce my sins
so happiness with thee begins!
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