1 There is a fountain filled with blood, fill'd with blood,
Drawn from Immanuel's veins,
And sinners, plunged beneath that flood, beneath that flood,
Lose all their guilty stains.
Oh, glorious fountain!
Here will I stay,
And in thee ever
Wash my sins away.
2 The dying thief rejoiced to see, rejoiced to see
That fountain in his day,
And there may I, though vile as he, though vile as he,
Wash all my sins away.
3 Thou dying lamb, thy precious blood, thy precious blood,
Shall never lose its power,
Till all the ransomed church of God, church of God
Are saved to sin no more.
4 E'er since by faith I saw the stream, I saw the stream
Thy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme, has been my theme,
And shall be till I die.
|First Line:||There is a fountain filled with blood|
|Refrain First Line:||Oh, glorious fountain!|
|Notes:||Music No. 25 in "The Quartet."|