there is within us a blight
and a battle we must fight
but with the help of God's great might
we shall overcome that tumultuous wight
a sacrifice many found so trite
the sins and nails did bite
but by his blood we have gained the right
to be called sons and daughters of light
we will be dressed in robes of white
no sorrow or need for fright
in a voice of praise we will unite
with tender arms he does invite
you and i to be his delight
with a love that burns so bright
we are precious in his sight
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