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.
2 The dying thief rejoiced to see
  
That fountain in his day;
  
And there may I, though vile as he,
  
Wash all my sins away:
  
Wash all my sins away,
  
Wash all my sins away;
  
And there may I, though vile as he,
  
Wash all my sins away.
3 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.
4 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.
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.
                        
Willaim Cowper
                        The Methodist Hymnal 1939 edition
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