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 stain
Lose all their guilty stain
And sinners, plunged beneath that flood
Lose all their guilty stain

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

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
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