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.
The dying thief rejoiced to see
That fountain on His day;
And there have I, though vile as he,
Washed all my sins away
Washed all my sins away
Washed all my sins away.
And there have I, though vile as he,
Washed all my sins away.
