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
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
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
Then in a nobler, sweeter song
I'll sing your pow'r to save
When this poor lisping, stamm'ring tongue
Lies silent in the grave
Lies silent in the grave
Lies silent in the grave
When this poor lisping, stamm'ring tongue
Lies silent in the grave
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