There Is a Fountain

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 the 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 safe to sin no more

Be safe to sin no more

Be safe to sin no more

Till all the ransomed church of God be safe to sin no more

Ever since by faith

I saw the stream that I thought it knows no guide

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

When this poor listening, stammering tongue lies silent in the world

Then in a nobler, sweeter song

I'll sing thy power to save I'll sing thy power to save I'll sing thy power to save Then in a nobler, sweeter song