Words: William Cowper, 1771, alt.
View LyricsVERSE 1:
There is a fountain filled with blood drawn from Immanuel’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.
VERSE 2:
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.
VERSE 3:
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.
VERSE 4:
Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood shall never lose its pow'r
Till all the ransomed church of God be saved, to sin no more.
Be saved, to sin no more, be saved, to sin no more;
Till all the ransomed church of God be saved, to sin no more.
VERSE 5:
When this poor lisping, stamm'ring tongue lies silent in the grave,
Then in a nobler, sweeter song, I’ll sing Thy pow'r to save.
I’ll sing Thy pow'r to save, I’ll sing Thy pow'r to save;
Then in a nobler, sweeter song, I’ll sing Thy pow'r to save.