There is a fountain filled with blood
Drawn from Immanuel's veins;
And sinnners plunged beneath that flood,
Lose all their guilty stains:
Lose all their guilty stains,
Lose all their guilty stains;
And sinnners plunged beneath that flood,
Lose all their guilty stains.

The dying thief rejoiced to see
That fountain in His day;
And there my I, though vile as he,
Wash all my sins away:
Wash all my sins away,
Wash all my sins away;
And there my I, though vile as he,
Wash all my sins away.

Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood
Shall never lose its power
Till all the ransomed church of God,
Be saved to sin no more:
Be saved to sin no more,
Be saved to sin no more;
Till all the ransomed church of God,
Be saved to sin no more.

Ever 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: