Songs

Blessed be the fountain of blood

		
413
			C.M.

1	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.

		Whi--ter than the snow,… 
		Wh--iter than the snow,… 
		Wash me in the Blood of the Lamb,...
		And I shall be whiter than snow!...

2	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. 

3	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!

			E.R. Latta