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 have I, as vile as he,
washed all my sins away:
washed all my sins away,
washed all my sins away,
and there have I, as vile as he,
washed all my sins away.
3 Dear dying Lamb, your precious blood
shall never lose its pow'r
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 E'er 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.
5 When this poor lisping, stamm'ring tongue
lies silent in the grave,
then in a nobler, sweeter song
I'll sing your pow'r to save:
I'll sing your pow'r to save,
I'll sing your pow'r to save,
then in a nobler, sweeter song
I'll sing your pow'r to save.