There Is a Fountain

1There is a fountain fill'd with blood,
Drawn from Immanuel's veins;
And sinners plung'd beneath that flood Lose all their guilty stains,
Lose all their guilty stains,
Lose all their guilty stains.
And sinners plung'd beneath that flood Lose all their guilty stains.

2The 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.

3Thou dying Lamb!
Thy precious blood Shall never lose its pow'r,
Till all the ransomed Church of God Are saved to sin no more,
Are saved to sin no more,
Are saved to sin no more.
Till all the ransomed Church of God Are saved to sin no more.

4E'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.

5Lord,
I believe Thou hast prepared,
Unworthy though I be,
For me a bloodbought, free reward— Eternal life for me.
Eternal life for me,
Eternal life for me.
For me a bloodbought, free reward— Eternal life for me.

6There in a nobler, sweeter song,
I'll sing Thy pow'r to save,
When this poor lisping, stam'ring tongue Is ransom'd from the grave,
Is ransom'd from the grave,
Is ransom'd from the grave.
When this poor lisping, stam'ring tongue Is ransom'd from the grave.