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