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.

2 The dying thief rejoiced to see
that fountain in his day;
and there may I, as vile as he,
wash all my sins away;
wash all my sins away,
wash all my sins away;
and there may I, as vile as he,
wash all my sins away.

3 Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood
shall never lose its pow'r
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, stamm'ring tongue
lies silent in the grave,
then in a nobler sweeter song,
I'll sing Thy pow'r to save;
I'll sing Thy pow'r to save,
I'll sing Thy pow'r to save;
then in a nobler sweeter song,
I'll sing Thy pow'r to save.