THERE IS A FOUNTAIN

There is a fountain filled with blood
Drawn from Immanuel's veins;
And sinners, plunged beneath that flood,
Loose 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.

Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood
Shall never lose its pow'r,
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 pow'r to save,
When this poor lisping stamm'ring tongue
Lies silent in the grave.
Lies silent in the grave.
Lies silent in the grave.
When this poor lisping, stamm'ring tongue
Lies silent in the grave.