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 (x3)

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 (x3)

And there may I, though vile as he,

Wash all my sins away.

Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood

Shall never lose its power

Till all the ransomed ones of God

Be saved, to sin no more (x3)

Till all the ransomed ones 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 (x3)

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 power to save (x3)

Then in a nobler, sweeter song

I’ll sing Thy power to save