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 are we healed.

Though 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 the 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.




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.