Come now, let us reason together, says the Lord: though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they are red like crimson, they shall become like wool.
Come, let us reason together, says the Lord.
Though your sins be as scarlet,
they shall be white as snow.
Though they be like crimson,
they shall become like wool.
Choir and Congregation:
Fallen race in Eden fair,
Exposed and full of shame.
Fled we naked from Thy sight,
far from Thy holy name.
Clothe us in Your righteousness,
hide filthy rags of sin,
Dress us in your perfect garb,
both outside and within.
Sent from the garden to the east,
Outside of Eden’s gate,
Banished there from Thy pure light
were Adam and his mate.
Scarlet souls are now like snow
by Thy atoning grace.
Crimson hearts become like wool
for Adam’s fallen race.
No work of ours is good enough
for evil to atone.
Your merit, Lord, is all we have.
It saves and it alone.