What’s whiter than the snow,
Dear children, do you know?
Look it lying low,
Or on the mountain’s height.
What’s whiter than the snow,
Glistening so pure and white?
Whiter than snow the soul
By Jesus’ blood made whole,
Washed stainless, pure and clean,
Ransomed to share the light;
Suited for dwelling e’en
In God’s own presence bright.
Once viler than the mud,
Needing the Saviour’s blood;
Yes, Jesus Christ’s alone
Could wash its every stain,
His only could atone,
Aught else would be in vain.
And as we see the snow
Lying around us low,
Thus it reminds us how
Willing and thankful hearts
Low unto Jesus bow,
Owning what He imparts.
And as on mountain height,
Snow gleams so pure and white,
Seems unto heaven near;
So, conscious of God’s love,
That casteth out all fear,
Saved souls His favor prove.
Dear children, can you say,
Jesus has washed away
My sins, yes, every one
By His most precious blood;
Yes, Jesus Christ, God’s Son,
Has brought me nigh to God?
ML 02/01/1942