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.