Forget the former things
Do not dwell on the past
See I am doing a new thing
Now it springs up
Do you not perceive it
I I am making a way
A way in the desert and streams
In the wasteland
I even I am He
Who blots out your transgressions
For my own sake
I even I am He who blots
Out your transgressions
For my own sake
And remembers your sins
No more
And remembers your sins
No more