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. Thou dying Lamb, Thy precious blood Shall never lose it's pow'r, Till all the ransomed church of God Are saved to sin no more.