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 !
Whi - - ter than the snow, . . . Whi - - ter than the snow, . . . Wash me in the Blood of the Lamb... . And I shall be whiter than snow ! . . . .
2. Thorny was the crown that He wore, And the cross His body o'ercame; Grievous were the sorrows He bore, But He suffered not thus 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!
3. Father, I have wandered from Thee, Often has my heart gone astray; Crimson do my sins seem to meâ 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!