sed 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)
Whi
ter than snow!
Whiter than snow!
Wash me in the blood of the Lamb,
And I shall be whiter than snow
(Verse)
Tho
rny 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
(Chorus)
Whi
ter than snow!
Whiter than snow!
Wash me in the blood of the Lamb,
And I shall be whiter than snow
(Verse)
Fat
her, I have wandered form 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
