there is a fountain filled with blood drawn from immanuels 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 may i though vile as he wash all my sins away wash all my sins away wash all my sins away and there may i though vile as he wash all my sins away dear dying lamb thy precious blood shall never lose its power till all the ransomed ones of god be saved to sin no more be saved to sin no more be saved to sin no more till all the ransomed ones of god be saved to sin no more eer 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 when this poor lisping stammering tongue lies silent in the grave then in a nobler sweeter song ill sing thy power to save ill sing thy power to save ill sing thy power to save then in a nobler sweeter song ill sing thy power to save