Washed White as Snow

1Tho' my sins were once like crimson red,
To the healing stream my feet were led;
In the precious blood my Saviour shed He washed me white as snow.

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

2At the door of faith I entered in,
And to Him confessed my guilt and sin;
With His own dear hand He washed me clean,
He washed me white as snow.

3Tho' my heart was all I had to give,
Yet He smiled and bade me look and live;
What a calm, sweet peace did I receive!— He washed me white as snow.

4I will sing His pow'r from death to save,
I will sing His triumph o'er the grave,
I will sing beyond death's chilling wave,
“He washed me white as snow.”