There Is a Fountain Filled With Blood

from the hymn

There is a fountain filled with blood

Drawn from Immanuel's veins;

And sinners, plunged beneath that flood,

Lose all their guilty stains. . .

The dying thief rejoiced to see

That fountain in his day;

And there have I, as vile as he,

Washed all my sins away. . .

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. . .

Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood

Shall never lose its power,

Till all the ransomed church of God

Be saved, to sin no more. . . .