There is a fountain fill'd with blood Drawn from Emmauel's veins, And sinneers plung'd beneath that flood Loose all their guilty stains

The dying thief rejoice to see That fountain in his day; And there may I, though vile as he Wash all my sins away,

I do believe, I will believe, That jesus died for me That on the cross He shed His blood, From sin to set me free

Dear dying Lamb! Thy precious blood Shall never lose its power Till all the ransomed church of God Be saved to sin no more

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