Anguishing my sin, let the worship begin
The fragrance of Christ arise
I will set up above my eyes
Looking unto God' arm
My heart sounds alarm
River of washing rushing
Blood of adoring roaring
"My close friend, she stays to the end!"
No voice commands against
Mighty breaking splinters
Uprooting false trees
HE's shooting these
Down with the damned
Up child of I AM
Crying out in Anguish
"She's my love, spot free dove
no flaw, she comes, I draw!"
Praising my King, let the worship begin
The fragrance of Christ arise
In me with the fiery eyes
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