Redeeming Love has Been My Theme

There is a Fountain Filled with Blood

 There is a fountain filled with blood,


Drawn from Immanuel’s 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 have I, though vile as he,


Washed all my sins away:


Washed all my sins away,
 Washed all my sins away;


And there have I, though vile as he,


Washed all my sins away.

Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood


Shall never lose its pow’r,


Till all the ransomed church of God


Are safe, to sin no more:


Are safe, to sin no more,
 Are safe, to sin no more;


Till all the ransomed church of God


Are safe, to sin no more.

E’er 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, stamm’ring tongue


Lies silent in the grave,


Then in a nobler, sweeter song,


I’ll sing Thy pow’r to save:


I’ll sing Thy pow’r to save,
 I’ll sing Thy pow’r to save;


Then in a nobler, sweeter song,


I’ll sing Thy pow’r to save.

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