Lyrics

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

It did not decay as some may say
Or rot upon the ground
It still flows freely to this day
That fount can still be found

The stripes by which my saviour 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 seed I’d sown
He reaped at Calvary
Then sowed a field of his own
And willed it all to me

The stripes by which my saviour 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 sun could sooner cease to shine
And keep to itself it’s rays
Than can this thankful heart of mine
From singing of his praise

The stripes by which my saviour 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