“Whiter Than Snow” (stanza 1)
Lord Jesus, I long to be perfectly whole;
I want Thee forever to live in my soul.
Break down every idol, cast out every foe;
Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.
This was song was written by James Nicholson, a native of Ireland. He made America his adopted land. James died this day in Washington DC but was buried back in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania where he had worked for the Post Office.
Separate-Holy 