Humility

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Note that the book from which this song was taken is currently out of print.

Behold I fall before thy face,
My only refuge is thy grace;
No outward form can make me clean,
The leprosy lies deep within.

No bleeding bird nor bleeding beast,
Nor hyssop branch, nor sprinkling priest;
No running brook, nor flood nor sea,
Can wash the dismal stain away,
Can wash the dismal stain away.