336 There Is a Fountain
[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.
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.
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]
Thou dying Lamb! Thy precious blood
Shall never lose its power
Till all the ransomed church of God
Are saved to sin no more
Are saved to sin no more
Are saved to sin no more;
Till all the ransomed church of God
Are saved to sin no more.
Thou dying Lamb! Thy precious blood
Shall never lose its power
Till all the ransomed church of God
Are saved to sin no more
Are saved to sin no more
Are saved to sin no more;
Till all the ransomed church of God
Are 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.
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]
Lord I believe Thou hast prepared
Unworthy though I be
For me a blood-bought free reward
A golden harp for me!
A golden harp for me!
A golden harp for me!
For me a blood-bought free reward
A golden harp for me!
Lord I believe Thou hast prepared
Unworthy though I be
For me a blood-bought free reward
A golden harp for me!
A golden harp for me!
A golden harp for me!
For me a blood-bought free reward
A golden harp for me!
[6]
There in a nobler sweeter song
I ll sing Thy power to save
When this poor lisping stammering tongue
Is ransomed from the grave
Is ransomed from the grave
Is ransomed from the grave;
When this poor lisping stammering tongue
Is ransomed from the grave.
There in a nobler sweeter song
I ll sing Thy power to save
When this poor lisping stammering tongue
Is ransomed from the grave
Is ransomed from the grave
Is ransomed from the grave;
When this poor lisping stammering tongue
Is ransomed from the grave.