1 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.
2 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.
3 Dear dying Lamb, Your 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.
4 For since by faith I saw the stream
Your 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.