1
There is a fountain filled with bloodDrawn 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 seeThat 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
Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious bloodShall 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.
4
E'er since by faith I saw the streamThy 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.
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When this poor lisping, stamm'ring tongueLies 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.