THERE IS A FOUNTAIN

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 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.

Thou 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.