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Blessed Be the Fountain
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 Lamb, And I shall be whiter than snow.
Thorny was the crown that He wore, And the cross His body o'ercame; 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; Wash me in the blood that He shed, And I shall be whiter than snow.
Whiter than the snow, Whiter than the snow; Wash me in the blood of Lamb, 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.
Whiter than the snow, Whiter than the snow; Wash me in the blood of Lamb, And I shall be whiter than snow.