Scripture Verse

Though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool. Isaiah 1:18


Fanny Crosby (1820–1915)

Words: Fan­ny Cros­by, in Songs of Re­deem­ing Love, ed­it­ed by John Swe­ney et al. (Phi­la­del­phia, Penn­syl­van­ia: John J. Hood, 1882), num­ber 5.

Music: John R. Swe­ney (🔊 pdf nwc).

John R. Sweney (1837–1899)


Tho’ my sins were once like crim­son red,
To the heal­ing stream my feet were led,
In the pre­cious blood my Sav­ior shed
He washed me white as snow.


Oh, my joy­ful song shall hence­forth be,
’Tis the blood of Je­sus cleans­eth me,
Cleanseth, cleans­eth,
Oh, yes, it cleans­eth me.

At the door of faith I en­tered in,
And to Him con­fessed my guilt and sin,
With His own dear hand He washed me clean,
He washed me white as snow.


Tho’ my heart was all I had to give,
Yet He smiled and bade me look and live,
What a calm, sweet peace did I re­ceive—
He washed me white as snow.


I will sing His pow­er from death to save,
I will sing His tri­umph o’er the grave,
I will sing, while cross­ing Jor­dan’s wave,
He washed me white as snow.