There is a fountain filled with blood
Drawn from Immanuel’s veins;
And sinners
plunged beneath that flood
Lose all their guilty stains:
Lose all their guilty stains
Lose all their guilty stains;
And sinners
plunged beneath that flood
Lose all their guilty stains.
The dying thief rejoiced to see
That fountain in his day;
And there may I
though vile as he
Wash all my sins away:
Wash all my sins away
Wash all my sins away;
And there may I
though vile as he
Wash all my sins away.
Dear dying Lamb
Thy precious blood
Shall never lose its power
Till all the ransomed ones of God
Be saved
to sin no more:
Be saved
to sin no more
Be saved
to sin no more;
Till all the ransomed ones of God
Be saved to sin no more.
E’er since by faith I saw the stream
Thy flowing wounds supply
Redeeming love has been my theme
And shall be till I die:
And shall be till I die
And shall be till I die;
Redeeming love has been my theme
And shall be till I die.
When this poor lisping
stammering tongue
Lies silent in the grave
Then in a nobler
sweeter song
I’ll sing Thy power to save:
I’ll sing Thy power to save
I’ll sing Thy power to save;
Then in a nobler
sweeter song
I’ll sing Thy power to save.