Lord Jesus, I long to be perfectly whole; 

I want Thee forever to live in my soul. 

Break down every idol, cast out every foe; 

Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. 



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Whiter than snow, yes, whiter than snow. 

Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. 



Lord Jesus, let nothing unholy remain, 

Apply Thine own blood and extract ev'ry stain; 

To get this blest cleansing, I all things forego— 

Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. 



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Lord Jesus, look down from Thy throne in the skies, 

And help me to make a complete sacrifice. 

I give up myself, and whatever I know, 

Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. 



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Lord Jesus, for this I most humbly entreat, 

I wait, blessèd Lord, at Thy crucified feet. 

By faith, for my cleansing, I see Thy blood flow, 

Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. 



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Lord Jesus, Thou seest I patiently wait, 

Come now, and within me a new heart create; 

To those who have sought Thee, Thou never saidst “No,” 

Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. 



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The blessing by faith, I receive from above; 

O glory! my soul is made perfect in love; 

My prayer has prevailed, and this moment I know, 

The blood is applied, I am whiter than snow. 



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Come Ye sinners Poor and Needy 



Come, ye sinners, poor and needy, 

Weak and wounded, sick and sore; 

Jesus ready stands to save you, 

Full of pity, love, and pow'r. 

He is able, He is able, 

He is willing, doubt no more. 



Come, ye needy, come and welcome, 

God's free bounty glorify; 

Ture belief and true repentence, 

Ev'ry grace that brings you nigh, 

Without money, without money, 

Come to Jesus Christ, and buy. 



Let not conscience make you linger, 

Nor of fitness fondly dream; 

All the fitness he requireth 

Is to feel your need of him; 

This he gives you, this he gives you, 

'Tis the Spirit's glimm'ring beam. 



Come, ye weary, heavy laden, 

Bruised and mangled by the fall, 

If you tarry till you're better, 

You will never come at all; 

Not the righteous, not the righteous, 

Sinners Jesus came to call. 



Agonizing in the garden, 

Lo! our Saviour prostrate lies! 

On the bloody tree behold Him! 

Hear Him cry before He dies, 

"It is finished, it is finished" 

Sinners, will not this suffice? 



Lo! th' incarnate God ascending, 

Pleads the merit of His blood; 

Venture on Him, venture freely, 

Let no other trust intrude; 

None but Jesus, none but Jesus 

Can do helpless sinners good. 



Saints and angels, joined in concert, 

Sing the praises of the Lamb, 

While the blissful seats of heav'n 

Sweetly echo with his name, 

"Hallelujah!", Hallelujah! 

Sinners here may do the same.