He wasn't looking at me, when He took me in. He wasn't looking at my heart that was blacked by sin. He was looking at the blood, flowing rich and free. That precious blood, that covers me.Ей, өмірім-ай, сен бізді ойландырдың Inchil oʻqi, duo qil Господь небес Bisa Biciye, Bisa Giciye يا كنيسة يا شعب Eu nu sunt mai mult decât fulgul de nea على حساب الدم انا داخل Қўлим кўтариб ᠪᠢ ᠬᠠᠷᠠᠩᠭᠤᠢ ᠳᠤ ᠪᠠᠢᠢᠭᠰᠠᠨ We Rest on Thee
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