For sins that made my Savior bleed
I hang my head in shame
Yet for the cleansing that I need
That precious blood I claim

The stripes by which my savior bled
Bring healing, this I know
The blood that stained His garments red
Washed mine as white as snow
Washed mine as white as snow

The harvest of the sin I’ve sown
He reaped at Calvary
Then sowed a field of his own
And willed it all to me

The stripes by which my Savior bled
Bring healing, this I know
The blood that stained His garments red
Washed mine as white as snow
Oh, washed mine as white as snow

The sun could sooner cease to shine
Keep to itself its rays
Then can this thankful heart of mine
Come bursting forth in praise
The stripes by which my Savior bled
Bring healing, this I know
The blood that stained His garments red
Washed mine as white as snow
Oh, washed mine as white as snow

Washed mine as white as snow