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 sinner, plunged beneath that flood, Loswe all their guilty stains. 2 The dying thief rejoiced to see That fountain in his day; And there have I, as vile as he, Washed all my sins away: Washed all my sins away, Washed all my sins away; And there have I, as vile as he, Washed all my sins away. 3 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. 4 Then in a nobler, sweeter song I'll sing your pow'r to save, When this poor lisping, stamm'ring tongues Lies silent in the grave: Lies silent in the grave, Lies silent in the grave; When this poor lisping, stamm'ring tongue Lies silent in the grave. 5 Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood Shall never lose its power, Till all the ransomed church of God Be saved, to sin no more: Be saved, to sin no more, Be saved, to sin no more; Till all the ransomed church of God Be saved to sin no more.