Tell Me What To Do To Be Pure


Tell me what to do to be pure
In the sight of the all-seeing eyes;
Tell me, is there no thorough cure,
No escape from the sins I despise?
Tell me, can I never be free
From this terrible bondage within?
Is there no deliverance for me
From the thraldom of indwelling sin?

Refrain:
Whiter than the snow! Whiter than the snow!
Wash me in the blood of the Lamb,
And I shall be whiter than snow.

Will my Saviour only pass by,
Only show me how faulty I’ve been?
Will he not attend to my cry?
Can I not at this moment be clean?
Blessed Lord, almighty to heal,
I know that thy power cannot fail;
Here and now I know, yes, I feel
The prayer of my heart does prevail.

Now I know to me thou wilt show
What before I never could see;
Now I know in me thou wilt dwell
And united to thee I shall be.
Surely now thy smile is on me,
Thy love to my heart is made known.
Now the face of God I shall see,
And his power in my life shall be shown.