There is a foun-tain filled with blood
Drawn from Em-man-uel's veins;
And sin-ners, plunged be-neath that flood,
Lose all their guilt-y stains.
Lose all their guilt-y stains,
Lose all their guilt-y stains;
And sin-ners, plunged be-neath that flood,
Lose all their guilt-y stains.
The dy-ing thief re-joiced to see
That foun-tain in his day;
And there have I, as vile as he,
Washed all my sins a-way,
Washed all my sins a-way,
Washed all my sins a-way,
And there have I, as vile as he,
Washed all my sins a-way,
Dear dy-ing Lamb, Your pre-cious blood
Shall nev-er lose its power,
'Til all the ran-somed Church of God
Be saved to sin no more,
Be saved to sin no more,
Be saved to sin no more,
'Til all the ran-somed Church of God
Be saved to sin no more,
E'er since by faith I saw the stream
Your flow-ing wounds sup-ply,
Re-deem-ing love has been my theme,
And shall be 'til I die.
And shall be 'til I die.
And shall be 'til I die.
Re-deem-ing love has been my theme,
And shall be 'til I die.
Then in a no-bler, sweet-er song
I'll sing your power to save,
When this poor lisp-ing, stam-mering tongue
Lies si-lent in the grave.
Lies si-lent in the grave.
Lies si-lent in the grave.
When this poor lisp-ing, stam-mering tongue
Lies si-lent in the grave.
Lord, I be-lieve Thou hast pre-pared
(Un-wor-thy though I be)
For me a blood-bought free re-ward,
A gold-en harp for me!
A gold-en harp for me!
A gold-en harp for me!
For me a blood-bought free re-ward,
A gold-en harp for me!
'Tis strung and tuned for end-less years,
And form'd by power di-vine,
To sound in God the Fa-ther's ears
No oth-er name but Thine.
No oth-er name but Thine.
No oth-er name but Thine.
To sound in God the Fa-ther's ears
No oth-er name but Thine.