Helpless and foul as the trampled Snow

Sinner dispair not Christ stoopeth

low

To rescue the soul that is lost in its sin

And raise it to life and enjoyment again

Groaning Bleeding Dying for thee

The Crucified hung on the accursed

tree

His accents of mercy fell soft on thine

ear—

Is there mercy for me Will He heed

my prayer

O God in the stream that for sinners

flow

Wash me and I shall be whiter than

snow