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 snow!
Whiter than 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.