There Is a Fountain Filled with Blood

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
 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
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 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, stamm'ring tongue
 Lies silent in the grave
 Then in a nobler, sweeter song
 I'll sing Thy pow'r to save