Scripture Verse

Though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool. Isaiah 1:18


Fanny Crosby

Words: Fan­ny Cros­by, in Songs of Re­deem­ing Love, ed­it­ed by John Swe­ney et al. (Phi­la­del­phia, Penn­syl­van­ia: John J. Hood, 1882), num­ber 5.

Music: John R. Swe­ney (🔊 pdf nwc).

John R. Sweney


Tho’ my sins were once like crimson red,
To the healing stream my feet were led,
In the precious blood my Savior shed
He washed me white as snow.


Oh, my joyful song shall henceforth be,
’Tis the blood of Jesus cleanseth me,
Cleanseth, cleanseth,
Oh, yes, it cleanseth me.

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.


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.


I will sing His power from death to save,
I will sing His triumph o’er the grave,
I will sing, while crossing Jordan’s wave,
He washed me white as snow.