The greatest paradox: our sins are washed white as snow—washed in the blood of the lamb.
I don’t get it; I’ll never get it this side of heaven, but I know it’s true.
And I’m so grateful!
Leaping with the Joy of the Lord.
“Joyful, joyful, we adore Thee,
God of glory, Lord of love;
Hearts unfold like flow’rs before Thee,
Op’ning to the sun above.
Melt the clouds of sin and sadness;
Drive the dark of doubt away;
Giver of immortal gladness,
Fill us with the light of day!”