1 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.

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 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.

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.