There is a fountain filled with blood,
Drawn from Immanuel's veins;
And sinners plunged beneath that flood
Lose all their guilty stains!
I do believe, I will believe,
That Jesus died for me!
That on the cross He shed His blood,
From sin to set me free.
The dying thief rejoiced to see
That fountain in his day;
And there may I, though vile as he,
Wash all my sins away.
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