Still Whiter Than Snow
What can be whiter than beautiful snow,
Coming from Heaven to earth below,
Pure and so white as it falleth light
Over this broad world of sin and of woe?
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Yes, there is something still whiter;
Hearken ye weary, and know!
Tho’ your sins be as scarlet red,
They shall be whiter than snow.
Jesus has died, and now all men may know
That His rich blood for the world did flow;
Saved we may be, and from sin set free,
Washed and made whiter than beautiful snow.
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Beautiful souls of His saints here below,
What but His blood could have made them so?
All who believe shall His grace receive,
And be made purer than Heaven-born snow.
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Come to this Savior! He surely doth know
All of your sorrow and sin and woe,
And when you sigh He will hear your cry,
Wash you more white than the beautiful snow.
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Words: Miriam Stabler, 1894.
The Happy Wonderer ~ ellen b. 
Reminds me of this one too: “Whiter than snow, yes, whiter than snow. Now wash me and I shall be whiter than snow.”
I hope your weather has improved and your power hasn’t gone out!
I’ve just been “catching up” on your posts from this past week – so delightful! I can tell you were so excited about the snow and about having your birthday boys and everyone home! Enjoyed your photos and your humorous description of the gazebo story. I wonder where your special gnome will travel too??
Who knew you’d be pairing this hymn with a snowy photo of your own place?!