Verse 1
There is a fountain filled with blood,
drawn from Emmanuel's vein,
and sinners plunged beneath that flood,
lose all their guilty stains.

He is the Son of the Living God,
He's Jesus, Christ the Holy One;
and sinners plunged beneath that flood,
lose all their guilty stains.

Verse 2
The dying thief rejoiced to see
that fountain in his day,
and there may I though vile as he,
wash all my sins away.

He is the Son of the Living God,
He's Jesus, Christ the Holy One;
and there may I though vile as he,
wash all my sins away.

Verse 3
When this poor lisping stammering tongue
lies silent in the grave,
then in a nobler sweeter song
I'll sing Thy power to save.

He is the Son of the Living God,
He's Jesus, Christ the Holy One;
then in a nobler sweeter song
I'll sing Thy power to save.

Ending
He is the Son of the Living God,
He's Jesus, Christ the Holy One;
and sinners plunged beneath that flood,
lose all their guilty stains.