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 When this poor lisping stammering tongue lies silent in the grave Then in a nobler sweeter song I'll sing Thy power to save I'll sing Thy power to save I'll sing Thy power to save Then in a nobler sweeter song I'll sing Thy power to save [ guitar ] 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