There is a fountain Filled with blood drawn from Emmanuel´s veins And sinners plunged, beneath that flood Lose all their guilty stains[x3]
The dying thief rejoiced to see That fountain in his day And there may I, though vile as he Wash all my sins away[x3] And there may I, though vile as he Wash all my sins away 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[x3]
Redeeming love has been my theme And shall be till I die[x2]