Washed White as Snow

Tho’ my sins were once like crim­son red

To the heal­ing stream my feet were led

In the pre­cious blood my Sav­ior shed

He washed me white as snow.

Oh

my joy­ful song shall hence­forth be

’Tis the blood of Je­sus cleans­eth me

Cleanseth

cleans­eth

Oh

yes

it cleans­eth me.

At 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.

Tho’ 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.

I will sing His pow­er from death to save

I will sing His tri­umph o’er the grave

I will sing

while cross­ing Jor­dan’s wave

He washed me white as snow.