Washed white as snow
I cry when I
   die
I weep when I
   leep
I am dead
I am fallen
Dead to sin

You will not win
For the victory is
already won.
Glory be to God!
Author of life!
Giver of freedom!

I cry when I
   sing
I weep when I
   believe
I am alive!
   for the first time
I owe it to Jesus
for he loved me.
This I know.
   For He is the Washer to Snow