There Is A Fountain

There is a fountain filled with blood

Drawn from Emmanuel’s veins

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 as vile as he washed all my sins away

Dear dying Lamb thy precious blood

Shall never lose it’s power

Till all the ransomed church of God

Be saved to sin no more

      ‘Er since by faith I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply

      Redeeming love has been my theme and shall be till I die

               Then in a noble sweeter tongue

               I’ll sing thy power to save

               When this poor lisping, stammering tongue

               Lies silent in the grave

               There is a fountain filled with blood

               Drawn from Emmanuel's veins

               Sinners plunged beneath that flood

               Lose all their guilty stains