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 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
Thou
dying Lamb!, thy precious blood
Shall
never lose its power
Till
all the ransomed church of God
Are
saved, to sin no more.
Are
saved, to sin no more,
Are
saved, to sin no more;
Till
all the ransomed church of God
Ae
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
Lord,
I believe Thou hast prepared,
Unworthy
though I be,
For
me a blood-bought, free reward
A
golden harp for me!
A
golden harp for me!
A
golden harp for me!
For
me a blood-bought, free reward
A
golden harp for me!
6
There
in a nobler, sweeter song,
I'll
sing thy power to save,
When
this poor lisping, stammering tongue
Is
ransomed from the grave,
Is
ransomed from the grave,
Is
ransomed from the grave,
When
this poor lisping, stammering tongue
Is
ransomed from the grave.