There is a fountain filled with blood
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There is a fountain filled with blood,Drawn from Immanuel's veins;And sinners plunged beneath that flood,Lose all their guilty stains.
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The dying thief rejoiced to seeThat fountain in his day;And there may I, though vile as he,Wash all my sins away.
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Thou dying Lamb! thy precious bloodShall never lose its power,Till all the ransomed Church of GodAre saved, to sin no more.
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E'er since by faith I saw the streamThy flowing wounds supply,Redeeming love has been my theme,And shall be till I die.
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Lord, I believe thou hast prepared,Unworthy though I be,For me a blood-bought, free reward,A golden harp for me!
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There in a nobler, sweeter song,I'll sing thy power to save,When this poor lisping, stammering tongueIs ransomed from the grave.