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
Lose all their guilty stains
Lose all their guilty stains
The dying thief rejoiced to see that fountain in his day
And there have I, thought vile as he, washed all my sins away
With all my guilty stains
Washed all my sins away
Washed all my sins away
Washed all my sins away
Washed all my sins away
Ever since by faith I saw the stream Your flowing wounds supplied
Redeeming love has been my theme and shall be till I die