Paul Oakley

^G There is a c ^A rimson strea ^D m
^G That washes ^D white as snow ^G
G A love that lon ^A gs to know me as ^D your own ^{G A
G} This hope, t ^A his light of ^D life
^G This grace t ^D hat wont let go ^G
G This fire that ^A burns can change ^D a heart ^G of stone ^A
G And nothing can kee ^D p stop love from reaching me ^A
G And nothing can kee ^D p your blood from cleansing me ^{G D
A
G} And nothing can cha ^D nge your mercies, new each day ^A
G Oh I believe ^A in you ^Bm
My Jes ^G us I wil ^D l give m ^A y heart to you ^D
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^G No shame can ^A keep me bou ^D nd
^G No sin can h ^D old the key ^G
G The price was p ^A aid in full to se ^D t me fre ^G e ^A
G No more thes ^A e filthy rag ^D s
^G Im clothed i ^D n purity ^G
G My Saviours rig ^A hteousness is min ^D e to kee ^G p ^A
G And nothing can kee ^D p stop love from reaching me ^A
G And nothing can kee ^D p your blood from cleansing me ^{G D
A
G} And nothing can cha ^D nge your mercies, new each day ^A
G Oh I believe ^A in you ^Bm
My Jes ^G us I wil ^D l give m ^A y heart to you ^D
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^G And nothing can kee ^D p stop love from reaching me ^A
G And nothing can kee ^D p your blood from cleansing me ^{G D
A
G} And nothing can cha ^D nge your mercies, new each day ^A
G Oh I believe ^A in you ^Bm
My Jes ^G us I wil ^D l give m ^A y heart to you ^D
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