There is a fountain filled with blood drawn from Emmanuels 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 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.

Eer 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, Ill sing Thy power 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

Lord, I believe Thou hast prepared, unworthy though I be,

For me a blood bought free reward, a golden harp for me

Tis strung and tuned for endless years, and formed by power divine,

To sound in God the Fathers ears no other name but Thine.