Lord Jesus, I long to be perfectly whole; I want thee forever to live in my soul; Break down ev'ry idol, cast out ev'ry foe; Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. Cho.--Whiter than snow, yes, whiter than snow; Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. 2 Lord Jesus, look down from thy throne in the skies, And help me to make a complete sacrifice; I give up myself and whatever I know-- Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. 3 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. 4 Lord Jesus, thou seest I patiently wait; Come now, and within me a new heart create; To those who have sought thee, thou never said'st no-- Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. James Nicholson. 282 Are You Washed in the Blood? P.M. _Resting in Christ's Merits._ Have you been to Jesus for the cleansing pow'r? Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb? Are you fully trusting in his grace this hour? Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb? Cho.--Are you washed in the blood, In the soul-cleansing blood of the Lamb? Are your garments spotless, are they white as snow? Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb? 2 Are you walking daily by the Savior's side? Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb? Do you rest each moment in the Crucified? Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb? 3 When the Bridegroom cometh will your robes be white, Pure and white in the blood of the Lamb? Will your soul be ready for the mansions bright? And be washed in the blood of the Lamb? 4 Lay aside the garments that are stained with sin, And be washed in the blood of the Lamb; There's a fountain flowing for the soul unclean, Oh, be washed in the blood of the Lamb. E.A. Hoffman. 283 The Cleansing Wave. C.M. _It Cleanseth Me._ Oh, now I see the crimson wave, The fountain deep and wide; Jesus, my Lord, mighty to save, Points to his wounded side. Cho.--The cleansing stream I see! I see! I plunge, and oh, it cleanseth me; Oh, praise the Lord! it cleanseth me, It cleanseth me, yes, cleanseth me. 2 I rise to walk in heaven's own light, Above the world and sin, With heart made pure, and garments white, And Christ enthroned within. 3 Amazing grace! 'tis heaven below To feel the blood applied; And Jesus, only Jesus know, My Jesus crucified. Mrs. Phoebe Palmer 284 Beulah Land. L.M. _Rest of Faith._ I've reached the land of corn and wine. And all its riches freely mine; Here shines undimmed one blissful day, For all my night has passed away. Cho.--O Beulah land, sweet Beulah land, As on thy highest mount I stand, I look away across the sea, Where mansions are prepared for me, And view the shining glory shore, My heaven, my home forevermore.