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There is a fountain filled with blood
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| 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. |