1  There is a fountain filled with blood

       Drawn from Immanuel'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.

 2  The dying thief rejoiced to see

       That fountain in his day;

    And there may I, though vile as he,

       Wash all my sins away:

       Wash all my sins away,

       Wash all my sins away;

    And there may I, though vile as he,

       Wash all my sins away.

 3  Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood

       Shall never lose its power,

    Till all the ransomed ones of God

       Be saved, to sin no more:

       Be saved, to sin no more,

       Be saved, to sin no more;

    Till all the ransomed ones of God

       Be saved to sin no more.

 4  E'er since by faith I saw the stream

       Thy flowing wounds supply,

    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.

 5  When this poor lisping, stammering tongue

       Lies silent in the grave,

    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,

       I'll sing Thy power to save.