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.
The dying thief rejoiced to see that fountain in his day;
And there have I, though vile as he, washed all my sins away.
Washed all my sins away, washed all my sins away;
And there
have I, though vile as he, washed all my sins away.
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.
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.
