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.

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

Father, I have wandered form 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.

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