1 There is a foun-tain filled with blood Drawn from Im-man-uel’s veins; 2 The dy-ing thief re-joiced to see That foun-tain in His day; 3 Dear dy-ing Lamb, Thy pre-cious blood Shall nev-er lose its pow'r 4 E'er since by faith I saw the stream Thy flow-ing wounds sup-ply, 1 And sinners, plunged be-neath that flood, Lose all their guilt-y stains: 2 And there may I, though vile as he, Wash all my sins a - way; 3 Till all the ran-somed church of God Be saved to sin no more; 4 Re -deem- ing love has been my theme, And shall be till I die; 1 Lose all their guilt-y stains, Lose all their guilt-y stains; 2 Wash all my sins a-way, Wash all my sins a - way; 3 Be saved to sin no more, Be saved to sin no more; 4 And shall be till I die, And shall be till I die; 1 And sinners, plunged be-neath that flood, Lose all their guilt-y stains. 2 And there may I, though vile as he, Wash all my sins a - way. 3 Till all the ran-somed church of God Be saved to sin no more. 4 Re -deem- ing love has been my theme, And shall be till I die.