Verse 1
There iCs a fountain fillFed with bloCod,
Drawn frCom Immanuel's veGins,
And sinnCers plunged beneFath that floCod,
Lose alCl their guilGty staCins
Chorus
Lose aCll their guilty staFins,
Lose aCll their guilty staGins;
And sinnCers plunged beneFath that floCod,
Lose alCl their guiGlty staCins
The dyiCng thief rejoFiced to sCee
That founCtain in his daGy;
And theCre may I, though viFle as hCe,
Wash aCll my siGns awCay,
Chorus
Wash aCll my sins awFay,
Wash aCll my sins awGay,
And theCre may I, though viFle as hCe,
Wash alCl my siGns awCay
Thou dyiCng Lamb , Thy preciFous bloCod
Shall neCver lose its poGwer,
Till aCll the ransomed ChuFrch of GCod
Be saCved, to sGin no moCre,
Chorus
Be savCed, to sin no moFre;
Be savCed, to sin no moGre;
Till aCll the ransomed ChuFrch of GoCd
Be savCed, to sGin no moCre
E'er siCnce by faith I sFaw the strCeam
Thy flowCing wounds supGply,
RedeeCming love has beFen my theCme,
And shCall be tiGll I dCie
Chorus
And shCall be till I dFie,
And shaCll be till I diGe;
RedeeCming love has beFen my thCeme,
And shaCll be tiGll I dCie
Then iCn a nobler, sweeFter soCng,
I'll siCng Thy power to saGve,
When thCis poor lisping, stammFering tonCgue
Lies silCent iGn the graCve
Chorus
Lies silCent in the grFave,
Lies silCent in the grGave;
When thCis poor lisping, stammFering tonCgue
Lies silCent iGn the grCave