There is a fountain filled with blood Drawn from Emmanuel's veins And sinners plunged beneath that flood Lose all their guilty stains And sinners plunged beneath that flood Lose all their guilty stains Dear dying Lamb thy precious blood Shall never lose its power Till all the ransomed church of God Be saved to sin no more Till all the ransomed church of God Be saved to sin no more. When this poor lisping, stammering tongue lies silent in the grave. Then in a nobler sweeter song I'll sing Thy power to save Then in a nobler sweeter song I'll sing Thy power to save