There Is a Fountain Filled with Blood

1.There is a fountain filled with blood
Drawn from Emmanuel's veins;
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 have I, though vile as he,
Washed 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.

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.

5.Then in a nobler, sweeter song,
I'll sing Thy pow'r to save,
When this poor lisping, stamm'ring tongue
Lies silent in the grave.

6.Lord, I believe Thou hast prepared,
Unworthy though I be,
For me a blood bought free reward,
A golden harp for me!

7.'Tis strung and tuned for endless years,
And formed by pow'r divine,
To sound in God the Father's ears
No other name but Thine.