Tho' my sins were once like crimson red
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Tho' my sins were once like crimson red,To the healing stream my feet were led;In the precious blood my Saviour shedHe washed me white as snow.
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O, my joyful song henceforth shall be,"'Tis the blood of Jesus cleanseth me,"Cleanseth, cleanseth, O, yes, it cleanseth me.
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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.
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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.
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I will sing his pow'r from death to save,I will sing his triumph o'er the grave,I will sing beyond death's chilling wave,"He washed me white as snow."