There Is A Fountain Filled With Blood

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 pow’r 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 When this poor lisping, stammering tongue lies silent in the grave Then in a nobler, sweeter song, I’ll sing Thy pow’r to save I’ll sing Thy pow’r to save, I’ll sing Thy pow’r to save Then in a nobler, sweeter song, I’ll sing Thy pow’r to save