#196: Blessed Be the Fountain

(Part of a series singing through the hymnbook I grew up with: Great Hymns of the Faith)

1

Blessed be the Fountain of blood, To a wold 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.

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Whiter than snow, (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.

2

Thorny was the crown that He wore,  And the cross His body o’er came;

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;

Sash me in the blood that He shed, And I shall be whiter than snow.

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3

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;

Cleasne me by Thy washing divine, And I shall be whiter than snow.

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