1. There is a fountain filled with blood
Drawn from Emmanuel'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
2. 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
3. Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood
Shall never lose its power
Till all the ransomed church of God
Be saved, to sin no more
Be saved, to sin no more
Be saved, to sin no more;
Till all the ransomed church of God
Be saved, to sin no more
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
And shall be till I die
And shall be till I die;
Redeeming love has been my theme
And shall be till I die
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
Lies silent in the grave
Lies silent in the grave;
When this poor lisping, stammering tongue
Lies silent in the grave