There is a fountain filled with blood Drawn from Immanuel's veins And sinners, plunged beneath that flood Lose all their guilty stains
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
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
Wash all my sins away Wash all my sins away And there may I, though vile as he Wash all my sins away And there may I, though vile as he Wash all my sins away