There Is a Fountain Filled with Blood

Hymns

There is a fountain filled with blood-fountain

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 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.

Dear dying Lamb, Thy 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.

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.

When this poor lisping, stammering tongue
lies silent in the grave,

Then in a nobler, sweeter song I’ll sing
Thy pow’r
 to save:
I’ll sing thy pow’r to save, I’ll sing
Thy pow’r
 to save;
Then in a nobler, sweeter song I’ll sing
Thy pow’r
 to save.

 

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