Child, hast thou trusted Jesus? Canst thou believe and say, “He loved me, He died to save me, He has borne my sins away; For my sins were laid upon Jesus; In my stead, for my guilt, He died”? Then child, fall down and adore Him, Thou art whiter than all beside. A lamb washed white for ever In the Lamb’s most precious blood— A lily by God’s still river, That lies in the light of God. The clouds through the sunny heavens As an army walk in white, On to the gates of glory, To the glow of the western light; So in the snow-white raiment That Christ for His child has won, Thou shalt pass the golden gateway, And tell that His work is done. |