1 Fear not, little flock, says the Savior divine,
The Father has willed that the kingdom be thine;
Oh, soil not your garments with sin here below,
My sheep and my lambs must be whiter than snow.

Ref:
Whiter than snow,
Whiter than snow,
Whiter than snow,
Whiter than snow.

2 Far whiter than snow, and as fair as the day,
For Christ is the fountain to wash guilt away;
Oh, give him, poor sinner, that burden of thine,
And enter the fold with the ninety and nine. [Refrain]

3 Yon sheep that was lost in the valley of sin,
Was found by the Shepherd, who gathered him in;
With songs of thanksgiving the hills did resound,
My friends and my neighbors, the lost sheep is found. [Refrain]