There Is A Fountain

Written by: Jon Roberts

There is a fountain filled with blood drawn from Emmanuel’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

The dying thief rejoiced to see that fountain in his day;

And there have I, though vile as he, washed all my sins away

Washed all my sins away, washed all my sins away;

And there have I, though vile as he, washed all my sins away

O worship the Lamb whose blood is our plea

He bleaches the crimson stains of our sin

And now we are white as snow!

Before His throne

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

E’er since, by faith, I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply,

Redeeming love has been my theme, and shall be till I die

And shall be till I die, and shall be till I die;

Redeeming love has been my theme, and shall be till I die

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