Dear Jesus, I Long to be Perfectly Whole I Break down ev-'ry idol, cast out ev-'ry foe; Now wash me, and I shall be whit-er than snow. give up my-self, and what-ever I know-Now wash me, and I shall be whit-er than snow. By faith, for my cleansing, I see the blood flow-Now wash me, and I shall be whit-er than snow. CHORUS. Whit-er than snow, yes, whit-er than snow; Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. No. 359. When, Wounded Sore, the Stricken Soul |