Washed White as Snow

1Tho' my sins were once like crimson, To him clean my feet were laid;
At the throne of faith I entered In, And to him confessed my guilt and sin;
Tho' my heart was all I had to give, Yet he smiled and bade me live alive;
I will sing his praises over death tosave, I will sing beyond the grave.

RefrainO, my joyful song henceforth shall be, ''Tis the blood of Jesus
cleanses me,' Cleanseth, cleanseth, O, yes, it cleanseth me.

2In the precious blood my Saviour shed He washed me white as snow.
With his own dear hand he washed me clean, He washed me white as snow.
What a fountain, sweet and pure I've! He washed me white as snow.
I will sing beyond death's chilling wave, 'He washed me white as snow.'