As White As Snow

O Gracious, Savior, Thou hast given
My trembling soul to know
That, trusting in Thy precious blood,
I'm washed as white as snow.

Since Thou hast borne sin's heavy load,
My guilty fear is o'er.
Made Thine, by virtue of Thy blood,
I'm sealed forevermore.

What wait I for, most blessed Lord,
Except Thy face to see?
If such the earnest Thou hast given
What must Thy presence be?

To hear Thy voice, to see Thy face,
And grieve Thy heart no more;
But drink the fullness of Thy grace,
Thy love forevermore.