Let Your Garments Be Always White

Are your gar­ments al­ways spot­less

Are they washed in Je­sus’ blood?

Do they al­ways keep the cleans­ing

Of the pu­ri­fy­ing flood?

Do they nev­er show the soil­ing

Of your sins up­on their white?

Will they always bear the search­ing

Of the Ho­ly Spir­it’s light?

Let your gar­ments be spot­less

Always pure and bright;

Thro’ the pre­cious blood of Je­sus

Keep them ev­er clean and white.

Let no an­ger soil their beau­ty

Let no bit­ter­ness re­main;

Oh

be sure no trace of en­vy

Leaves up­on your robes its stain.

Let no love of world­ly plea­sure

Cast un­ho­ly sha­dows there

Fully cleanse them from the mil­dews

Of an­xi­ety and care.

Let all pride and love of glo­ry

Gold and fame be washed away;

Trembling heart

your fears and doubt­ings

’Neath the pool of cleans­ing lay.

Never af­ter try to find them

They are lost be­neath the tide;

Christ would have you all your shrink­ing

In this pre­cious fount­ain hide.

Oh

then ev­er keep your gar­ments

Whiter than the driv­en snow

Wear the roy­al robes of Heav­en

While you tar­ry here be­low;

That thro’ yon­der pear­ly por­tals

Joyful en­trance you may win

Clothed in rai­ment cleansed for­ev­er

From the fin­ger­prints of sin.