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 Tho’ 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
Whiter than the snow Whiter than the snow Wash me in the blood of the Lamb And I shall be whiter than snow
Thorny was the crown that He wore And the cross His body o’ercame Grievous were the sorrows He bore But He suffered Thus not in vain May I to that fountain be led Made to cleanse my sins here below Wash me in the blood that He shed And I shall be whiter than snow
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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 the fountain of Thine Leaning on Thy promise, I go Cleanse me by Thy washing divine And I shall be whiter than snow
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