There is a fountain filled with blood
Drawn from Immanuel's veins
And sinners, plunged beneath the flood
Lose all their guilty stains
Lose all their guilty stains
Lose all their guilty stains
And sinners, plunged beneath the flood
Lose all their guilty stains
Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood
Shall never lose its power
Till all the ransomed church of God
Be saved, to sin no more
Be saved, to sin no more
Be saved, to sin no more
Till all the ransomed church of God
Be saved, to sin no more
When this poor lisping
Stamm'ring tongue
Lies silent in the grave
Then in a nobler, sweeter song
I'll sing Thy pow'r to save
I'll sing Thy pow'r to save
I'll sing Thy pow'r to save
Then in a nobler, sweeter song
I'll sing Thy pow'r to save
