112 There Is a Fountain Filled with Blood

1 There is a fountain filled with blood— Immanuel was slain— And sinners who are washed therein Lose ev'ry guilty stain, Lose ev'ry guilty stain. 2 The dying thief rejoiced to see That fountain in his day; And there have I, as vile as he, Washed all my sins away, Washed all my sins away. 3 Dear dying Lamb, your precious blood Shall never lose its pow'r Till all the ransomed Church of God Be saved and sin no more, Be saved and sin no more. 4 E'er since by faith I saw the stream Your flowing wounds supply, Redeeming love has been my theme And shall be till I die, And shall be till I die. 5 When this poor lisping, stamm'ring tongue Lies silent in the grave, Then in a nobler, sweeter song I'll sing your pow'r to save, I'll sing your pow'r to save.