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.
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.
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 power,
Till all the ransomed ones of God
Be saved, to sin no more:
Be saved, to sin no more,
Be saved, to sin no more;
Till all the ransomed ones of God,
Be saved to sin no more.
Shall never lose its power,
Till all the ransomed ones of God
Be saved, to sin no more:
Be saved, to sin no more,
Be saved, to sin no more;
Till all the ransomed ones 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.
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, 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.
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.
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Trinidad And Tobago
That's how we know and sing it Clayton from USA.
Phoenix, AZ, United States
Beautiful song. Always true, the best fountain.
United States
Just wanted to say to those who love this song the original version by William Cowper besides being longer has some of the lyrics different. Its buried but its out there. For example instead of ransomed one's of God its "ransomed church of God" Also the last verse in this version is written the other way around Then in a nobler, sweeter, song ill sing thy power to save, When this poor lisping stammering tongue lies silent in the grave.
Konongo, Asante Akyem, Ghana
Powerful all the time.
Abidjan, Ivory Coast
Wonderful song
Vihiga, Kenya
Powerful song
JHB, Gauteng, South Africa
wondeful and always spirituall inspiring THANK U SO MUCH
Windsor, ON, Canada
Amen.
Danville, Illinois, United States
“Without the shedding of blood there is no remission of sin. ” Hebrews 9:22.
Thank you Lord Jesus, for dying for me!
Lagos, Nigeria
Woke up this morning with the lyrics of the chorus of this beautiful song humming in my mind. I caught a fresh glimpse of the blood from the wounds of The Lord Jesus Christ as He hung on the cross. The blood that was shed for the redemption of humanity- drawn from Emmanuel's very own veins......