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
The dying thief rejoiced to see
That fountain in his day
And there may I, though vile as he wash all my sins away
Eer since by faith I saw the stream
Thy flowing wounds supply
Redeeming love has been my theme
And shall be till I die
Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood
Shall never lose its power
Till all the ransomed church of God
Be saved to sin no more