and I shall be whiter than snow." - Psalm 51:7
My God, my God, to thee I cry,
Thee only would I know;
Thy purifying blood apply,
And wash me white as snow.
Touch me, and make the leper clean,
Purge my iniquity:
Unless thou wash my soul from sin
I have no part in thee.
But art thou not already mine?
Answer, if mine thou art!
Whisper within thy love divine,
And cheer my drooping heart.
Behold, for me the victim bleeds,
His wounds are open wide;
For me the blood of sprinkling please,
And speaks me justified.
The Methodist Pocket Hymn-Book. New York:
J. Soule and T. Mason Publishing Co., 1818.
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