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 over came

Grevious 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!

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!