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, Thy precious blood

   Shall never lose its power,

Till all the ransomed ones of God

   Be saved, to sin no more:

   Be saved, to sin no more,

   Be saved, to sin no more;

Till all the ransomed ones of God

   Be saved to sin no more.

 4 

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:

   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, stammering tongue

   Lies silent in the grave,

Then in a nobler, sweeter song,

   I'll sing Thy power to save:

   I'll sing Thy power to save,

   I'll sing Thy power to save;

Then in a nobler, sweeter song,

   I'll sing Thy power to save.