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 !

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 Overcame;
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!

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!