Look you, I’ll go pray,
My shame is crying,
My soul is gray and faint,
My faith is dying.
Look you, I’ll go pray –
“Sweet Mary, make me clean,
Thou rainstorm of the soul,
Thou wine from worlds unseen.”
Look you, I’ll go pray,
My shame is crying,
My soul is gray and faint,
My faith is dying.
Look you, I’ll go pray –
“Sweet Mary, make me clean,
Thou rainstorm of the soul,
Thou wine from worlds unseen.”
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