Can anyone tell what is blacker than coal,
And whiter than storm-driven snow,
In the heavens, or earth from equator to pole,
The ocean, or caverns below?
The raven is black—dark as ebony night—
And sable the Ethiop’s skin;
But they’re whiteness itself, and as bright as the light
Compared with the blackness of sin.
There’s nothing we know that is whiter than snow,
But the soul that is washed in the blood
Of Jesus, who died ‘neath our judgment and woe,
And poured out the sin-cleansing flood.
ML 04/26/1931