There is a fountain filled with blood.
Drawn from Emmanual’s veins.
And sinners plunged beneath that flood
Lose all their guilty stains. X3
Drawn from Emmanual’s veins.
And sinners plunged beneath that flood
Lose all their guilty stains. X3
Dear dying lamb, Thy precious blood
Shall never lose its power
Till all the ransomed church of God
Be saved to sin no more. X3
Ever since, by faith I saw that stream
Thy flowing wounds supplied.
Redeeming love has been my theme
And shall be till I die. X3
Then in a nobler, sweeter song!
I’ll sing thy power to save,
When this poor lisping, stammering tongue
Lies silent in the grave, X3