Blessed be the fountain of blood

Blessed be the Fountain of blood,
To a world of sinners revealed;
Blessed be the dear Son of God;
Only by his stripes we are healed.
Tho' I've wandered far from his fold,
Bringing to my heart pain and woe,
Wash me in the blood of the Lamb,
And I shall be whiter than snow.

Thorny was the crown that he wore,
And the cross his body o'er came;
Grievous were the sorrows he bore,
But he suffered thus not in vain.
May I to the Fountain be led,
Made to cleanse my sins here below;
Wash me in the blood that he shed,
And I shall be whiter than snow.

Father, I have wandered from thee,
Often has my heart gone astray:
Crimson do my sins seem to me,
Water cannot wash them away.
Jesus, to that Fountain of thine,
Leaning on thy promise I go;
Cleanse me by thy washing divine,
And I shall be whiter than snow.