There Is A Fountain Filled With Blood,
Drawn From Immanuel’s Veins,
And Sinners Plunged Beneath That Flood
Lose All Their Guilty Stains,

The Dying Thief Rejoiced To See
That Fountain In His Day;
And There May I, Though 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.
In Praise Every

Then In A Nobler, Sweeter Song
I’ll Sing Thy Power To Save,
When This Poor Lisping, Stammering Tongue
Lies Silent In The Grave.

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