1 There is a foun-tain filled with blood Drawn from Im-man-uel?s veins;
2 The dy-ing thief re-joiced to see That foun-tain in His day;
1 Lose all their guilt-y stains, Lose all their guilt-y stains;
2 Wash all my sins a-way, Wash all my sins a - way;
1 And sinners, plunged be-neath that flood, Lose all their guilt-y stains.
2 And there may I, though vile as he, Wash all my sins a - way.