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 The dying thief rejoiced to see That fountain in his day; And there may I, tho' vile as he Wash all my sins away Wash all my sins away Wash all my sins away; And there may I, tho' vile as he, Wash all my sins away. 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.
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 The dying thief rejoiced to see That fountain in his day; And there may I, tho' vile as he Wash all my sins away Wash all my sins away Wash all my sins away; And there may I, tho' vile as he, Wash all my sins away. 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.
