Wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.@Psalm 51:7
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William G. Fischer (1835–1912)

James L. Nicholson, in Joyful Songs No. 4 (Philadelphia, Pennsylvania: Methodist Episcopal Book Room, 1872).

In the spring of 1893, relates the Rev. Mr. Bradley, a Methodist minister in Utah, a lady who had come from Ireland as a Mormon immigrant several years before was brought under very pungent conviction of sin, which lasted for several days. She attended our services several times, but seemed to get no relief. On the following Monday morning, while she was about her work as usual, the burden had become almost unbearable. As she worked she began to sing, Lord Jesus, I long to be perfectly whole; and when she came to the closing words, To those who sought Thee, Thou never saidst No, a feeling came over her like a flash, she says, that He would not say No to her. From that moment the burden was lifted and she was filled with joy.

Sankey, p. 306

William G. Fischer (🔊 pdf nwc).

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 every 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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