There is a fountain filled with blood drawn from Emmanuel'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

When this poor lisping stammering tongue lies silent in the grave
Then in a nobler sweeter song I'll sing Thy power to save
I'll sing Thy power to save I'll sing Thy power to save
Then in a nobler sweeter song I'll sing Thy power to save
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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