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,
That 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
Ever since, by faith, I saw the stream,
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