Verse 1

THERE is a fountain filled with blood Drawn from Immanuel’s veins; And sinners, plunged beneath that flood, Lose all their guilty stains.

Verse 2

The dying thief rejoiced to see That fountain in his day; And there may I as vile as he, Wash all my sins away.

Verse 3

O dying Lamb! Thy precious blood Shall never lose its power, Till all the ransomed Church of God Be saved to sin no more.

Verse 4

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.

Verse 5

Then in a nobler, sweeter song I’ll sing Thy power to save, When this poor lisping, stammering tongue Lies silent in the grave.

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