There Is a Fountain

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

The dying thief rejoiced to see
That fountain in 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

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