Blessèd be the fountain of blood,
To a world of sinners
revealed;
Blessèd 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.
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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¡X
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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