1 I learned it in the Bible,
A tender little pray’r;
And when the flakes are falling
So beautiful and fair,
I say to my dear Saviour
This little pray’r I know:
“Wash me, and I shall be
Whiter than snow.”

2 For I have often grieved Him
With sinful words and ways,
I’ll ask Him to forgive me,
And help me all my days;
He shed His blood so precious,
Because He loved me so;
“Wash me, and I shall be
Whiter than snow.”

3 I want to be like Jesus,
That His pure eyes may see
A heart made clean and spotless,
To serve Him faithfully;
And so I’ll ask Him daily
His mercy to bestow;
“Wash me, and I shall be
Whiter than snow.”