Lyrics

There is a fountain filled with blood
Drawn from Immanuel’s veins
And sinners, plunged beneath that blood
Lose all their guilty stains
Lose all their guilty stains
All their guilty stains
And sinners, plunged beneath that blood
Lose all their guilty stains

Ever 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

Then in a nobler, sweeter song
I’ll sing Thy power to save
When this poor lying, stammering tongue
Lies silent in the grave
Lies silent in the grave
Lies silent in the grave
When this poor lying, stammering tongue
Lies silent in the grave