There is a Fountain Filled With Blood

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There is a fountain filled with blood drawn from Emmanuel’s veins;
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And sinners plunged beneath that flood lose all their guilty stains.
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Lose all their guilty stains, lose all their guilty stains;
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And sinners plunged beneath that flood lose all their guilty stains.

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.

Oh dying Lamb, Thy precious blood shall never lose its power
Till all the ransomed church of God is saved, to sin no more.
Is saved, to sin no more, is saved, to sin no more;
Till all the ransomed church of God is 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.
And shall be till I die, and shall be till I die;
Redeeming love has been my theme, and shall be till I die.

Then in a nobler, sweeter song, I’ll sing Thy power to save,
When this poor lisping, stammering tongue lies silent in the grave.
Lies silent in the grave, lies silent in the grave;
When this poor lisping, stammering tongue lies silent in the grave.

Lord, I believe Thou hast prepared, unworthy though I be,
For me a blood bought free reward, a golden harp for me!
’Tis strung and tuned for endless years, and formed by power divine,
To sound in God the Father’s ears no other name but Thine.