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—
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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