THERE IS A FOUNTAIN

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

Lose all their guilty stains,
Lose all their guilty stains;
And sinners plunge 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.

Thou 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.

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 l die,
Redeeming Iove 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.

I do Believe, I will believe
That Jesus died for me
That on the cross He shed
His Blood, From sin to set
me Free !
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