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
have
I,
though
vile
as
he,
washed
all
my
sins
away.
Washed
all
my
sins
away,
washed
all
my
sins
away;
And
there
have
I,
though
vile
as
he,
washed
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.
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.
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,
lies
silent
in
the
grave;
When
this
poor
lisping,
stammering
tongue
lies
silent
in
the
grave.
Lord,
I
believe
Thou
hast
prepared,
unworthy
though
I
be,
For
me
a
blood
bought
free
reward,
a
golden
harp
for
me!
�Tis
strung
and
tuned
for
endless
years,
and
formed
by
power
divine,
To
sound
in
God
the
Father�s
ears
no
other
name
but
Thine.