There is a fountain filled with blood

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.