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…Lord,

Lose all their guilty stains,

And sinners plunged beneath that flood

Lose all their guilty stains.

The dying their 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…Lord,

Wash all my sins away,

And there may I, though vile as he,

Wash all my sins away.

Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood, with pow’r it shall endure,

Until all the ransomed church of God be saved to sin no more.

Be saved to sin no more…Lord,

Be saved to sin no more

’Til 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 ’til I die.

And shall be till I die…Lord,

And shall be ’til I die;

Redeeming love has been my theme

And shall be ’til I die.

Then in a nobler, sweeter song, I’ll sing Thy power to save,

When this poor lisping, stammering tongue lies silent in the grave.

Lies silent in the grave…Lord,

Lies silent in the grave;

When this poor lisping, stammering tongue

Lies silent in the grave.

I lose all pain I ever knew.

I lose all the grief God carried me through.

I lose all the sinful things I do.

And I’ll lose all my guilty stains…Lord, lose all my guilty stains

I’ll take that plunge beneath the flood — lose all my guilty stains!