There is a fountain filled with blood,

Drawn from Immanuel’s veins;

And sinners plunged beneaththat flood,

Lose all their guiltystains;

Lose all their guilty stains;lose all their guilty stains;

And sinners plunged beneaththat flood,

Lose all their guiltystains.

The dying thief rejoiced tosee that fountain in his day;

And there have I, as vileas he,

Washed all my sins away.

Washed all my sins away,washed all my sins away;

And there have I, as vileas he,

Washed all my sins away.

E’er since by faith I sawthe stream

Your flowing wounds supply,

Redeeming love has been mytheme,

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.

Dear dying Lamb, Thyprecious blood

Shall never lose its pow’r;

Till all the ransomed soulsof God

Be saved to sin no more;

Be saved to sin no more, besaved to sin no more;

Till all the ransomed soulsof God

Be saved to sin no more.

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