To make thy scarlet sins as white as snow.
“I did not shed My blood
For sinless angels, good and pure and true;
For hopeless sinners flowed that crimson flood,
My heart’s blood ran for you, my son, for you.
“Though thou hast grieved me sore,
My arms of mercy still are open wide,
I still hold open Heaven’s shining door,
Come then—take refuge in My wounded side.
“Men shun thee—but not I,