WHITER THAN THE SNOW

Blessed be the Fountain of blood, To a world of sinners revealed;
Blessed be the dear Son of God;
Only by His stripes we are healed.
Though I’ve wandered far from His fold, Bringing to my heart pain and woe, Wash me in the blood of the Lamb, And I shall be whiter than snow.

CHORUS
Whiter than the snow!
Whiter than the snow!
Wash me in the blood of the
Lamb,
And I shall be whiter than snow.

Father, I have wandered from Thee, Often has my heart gone astray;
Crimson do my sins seem to me Water cannot wash them away.
Jesus,

To that Fountain of Thine, Leaning on
Thy promise, I go;
Cleanse me by Thy washing divine, And I shall be whiter
Than snow.