Bid the blood flow
From these mortal veins
That through the spilling of self
I might come to change
I am what I am
Though not what I will
For complacent am I
Under mask made of steel
Bid new blood come
And with it new life
And a heart that be willing
To defiance, defy
Wellsprings of Faith
Strength give to my heart
Hope and love too
May they ne'er depart
Render self helpless
To strengthen my soul
Life anew do I need
So bid the blood flow
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