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, though vile as he,
Wash all my sins away.
Away, away, wash all my sins away.
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 'til I die
And shall be 'til I die;
Redeeming love has been my theme
And shall be 'til I die.
Wash all my sins away,
Wash all my sins away;
Redeeming love has been my theme
and shall be 'til I die.
