There Is a Fountain

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

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, 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

Ever since, by faith, I saw the stream

Thy flowing wounds supply

Redeeming love has been my theme

And shall be 'til I die

And shall be 'til I die

And shall be 'til I die

Redeeming love has been my theme

And shall be 'til I die

When this poor, lisping, stamm'ring tongue

Lies silent in the grave

Then in a nobler, sweeter song

I'll sing thy pow'r to save

I'll sing thy pow'r to save

I'll sing thy pow'r to save

Then in a nobler, sweeter song

I'll sing thy pow'r to save.