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