There is a fountain filled with blood drawn from Emmanuel's veins
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.
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.
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.
