Whiter Than Snow

Lord Jesus, I long to be perfectly whole;
I want Thee forever to ransom my soul;
Break down ev'ry idol, cast out ev'ry foe:
Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.

Lord Jesus, for this I most humbly entreat;
I wait, blessed 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.

Lord Jesus, Thou knowest I patiently wait;
Come now, and within me a new heart create;
To those who have sought Thee, Thou never said "No:"
Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.