What can be whiter than beautiful snow.
Coming from Heaven to earth below.
Pure and so white as if falleth light
Over this broad world of sin and woe?
Yes, there is something still whiter;
Hearken ye weary, and know!
Tho’ your sins be as scarlet red,
They shall be whiter than snow.
Jesus has died, and now all men may know
That His rich blood for the world did flow;
Saved we may be, and from sin set free.
Washed and made whiter than beautiful snow.
Beautiful souls of His saints here below.
What but His blood could have made them so?
All who believe shall His grace receive,
And be made purer than Heaven-born snow.
Come to this Savior! He surely doth know
All of your sorrow and sin and woe.
And when you sigh He will hear your cry.
Wash you more white than the beautiful snow.
Words: Miriam Stabler
Come now, and let us reason together, saith the Lord:
though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as
snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool.