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.