There is a fountain

Filled with blood drawn from Emmanuel's veins

And sinners plunged, beneath that flood

Lose all their guilty stains

Lose all their guilty stains

Lose all their guilty stains



The dying thief rejoiced to see

That fountain in his day;

And there may I, tho' vile as he

wash all my sins away

Wash all my sins away

wash all my sins away;



And there may I, tho' vile as he,

wash all my sins away.

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.