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WHITER THAN SNOW

Heb. iv. 14

          To heart and soul how sweet Thou art,
               O great High Priest of God!
          My heart brought nigh to God's own heart
               By Thy most precious blood.
          
          No more my countless sins shall rise
               To fill me with dismay--
          That precious blood before His eyes
               Hath put them all away.
          
          My soul draws near with trust secure,
               With boldness glad and free;
          What matters it that I am poor,
               For I am rich in Thee.
          
          Forgotten every stain and spot,
               Their memory past and gone,
          For me, O God, Thou seest not,
               Thou lookest on Thy Son.
          
          Is all a dream? Thou canst not lie,
               Thy Spirit and Thy Blood
          Proclaim to sinners such as I
               The boundless love of God.
          
          They tell Thy love, so deep, so free,
               They tell the Father's heart--
          Not what I am, or I must be,
               They tell me what Thou art.
          
          Come, weary sinners, great and small,
               The open door stands wide,
          Thy blessed heart that welcomes all,
               O Lamb of God, who died.

G. T. S.


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