For sin 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
Wash mine as white as snow
Wash 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
Wash mine as white as snow
Wash mine as white as snow
The sun could sooner cease to shine
Keep to itself it's rays
Than can this thankful heart of mine
From bursting forth in praise
The stripes by which my Savior bled
Bring healing, this I know
The blood that stained His garments red
Wash mine as white as snow
Wash mine as white as snow