1 There is a fountain filled with blood,
Drawn from Immanuel'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.

2 The dying thief 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,
Wash all my sins away;
And there may I, though vile as he,
Wash all my sins away.

3 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.

4 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:
And shall be till I die,
And shall be till I die;
Redeeming love has been my theme,
And shall be till I die.

4 When this poor lisping, stammering tongue
lies silent in the grave,
then in a nobler, sweeter song
I'll sing thy pow'r to save:
I'll sing thy power to save,
I'll sing thy power to save;
then in a nobler, sweeter song
I'll sing thy power to save.