We can be cold, We can be cold
We can be hungry, We can be hungry
Feed my soul, Feed my soul
Clothe my soul, Clothe my soul
I see Your children, they are in need
They seek Your compassion, let that be me
Our bodies have been washed with pure water
From joy springs Your hand of mercy
I'm Your bride
Our bodies have been washed with pure water
From joy springs Your hand of mercy

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