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.
The dying thief rejoiced to see
That fountain in his day,
And there may all, e'en vile as he,
Wash ev'ry sin away,
Wash ev'ry sin away,
Wash ev'ry sin away,
And there may all, e'en vile as he,
Wash ev'ry sin 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 pow'r to save,
When this poor, lisping, stam'ring tongue
Lies silent in the grave.
Lies silent in the grave,
Lies silent in the grave,
When this poor, lisping, stam'ring tongue
Lies silent in the grave.