There Is a Fountain Filled with Blood

There is a fountain filled with blood,Drawn from Immanuel’s veins,And sinners, plunged beneath that flood,Lose all their guilty stains.

The dying thief rejoiced to seeThat fountain in his day;And there have I, as vile as he,Washed all my sins away.

Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious bloodShall never lose its powerTill all the ransomed Church of GodBe saved to sin no more.

E’er since, by faith, I saw the streamThy flowing wounds supply,Redeeming love has been my themeAnd shall be till I die.

Then in a nobler, sweeter songI’ll sing Thy power to save,When this poor lisping, stammering tongueLies silent in the grave.