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