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There Is A Fountain

There Is A Fountain. 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.

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There Is A Fountain

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  1. There Is A Fountain There is a fountain filled with blood Drawn from Immanuel’s veins, And sinners plunged beneath that flood Lose all their guilty stains:

  2. Lose all their guilty stains, Lose all their guilty stains; And sinners plunged beneath that flood Lose all their guilty stains.

  3. The dying thief rejoiced to see That fountain in his day, And there may I, though vile as he, Wash all my sins away:

  4. Wash all my sins away, Wash all my sins away; And there may I, though vile as he, Wash all my sins away.

  5. Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood Shall never lose its power, ‘Til all the ransomed Church of God Be saved to sin no more:

  6. Be saved to sin no more, Be saved to sin no more; ‘Til all the ransomed Church of God Be saved to sin no more.

  7. E’er since by faith I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming love has been my theme And shall be ‘til I die:

  8. And shall be ‘til I die, And shall be ‘til I die; Redeeming love has been my theme And shall be ‘til I die.

  9. When this poor lisping, Stammering tongue Lies silent in the grave, Then in a nobler, sweeter song I’ll sing Thy power to save:

  10. 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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