144 WHITER THAN THE SNOW (C)

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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. 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

Whiter than the snow! Whiter than the snow! Wash me in the blood of the Lamb, And I shall be whiter than snow.

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 that Fountain of Thine, Leaning on Thy promise, I go; Cleanse me by Thy washing divine, And I shall be whiter than snow.

Chorus

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.

Chorus

Whiter than the snow! Whiter than the snow! Wash me in the blood of the Lamb, And I shall be whiter than snow.