"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.

Refrain
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 the fountain of Thine,
Leaning on Thy promise, I go;
Cleanse me by Thy washing divine,
And I shall be whiter than snow.

- Eden R. Latta, 19th Century

Copied from “Worship In Song” Copyright © 1972 by Lillenas Publishing Company