"Oh praise the One who paid my debt and raised this life up from the dead...
Oh praise the One who paid my debt and raised this life up from the dead."
We should hardly be able to sing this song without being flooded with gratitude, arms lifted high in praise to our Savior. We ought to be a grateful people. We have been redeemed from destruction... From ourselves. Sin had left a crimson stain; He washed it white as snow.
Oh praise the One who paid my debt and raised this life up from the dead."
We should hardly be able to sing this song without being flooded with gratitude, arms lifted high in praise to our Savior. We ought to be a grateful people. We have been redeemed from destruction... From ourselves. Sin had left a crimson stain; He washed it white as snow.
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