| There is a fountain filled with blood
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| Drawn from Immanuel’s veins
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| And sinners plunged beneath that flood
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| Lose all their guilty stains
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| Lose all their guilty stains
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| Lose all their guilty stains
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| And sinners plunged beneath that flood
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| Lose all their guilty stains
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| E’er since by faith I saw the stream
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| Thy flowing wounds supply
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| Redeeming love has been my theme
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| And shall be 'til I die
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| And shall be 'til I die
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| And shall be 'til I die
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| Redeeming love has been my theme
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| And shall be 'til I die
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| When this poor lisping, stammering tongue
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| Lies silent in the grave
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| Then in a nobler, sweeter song
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| I’ll sing Thy power to save
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| I’ll sing Thy power to save
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| I’ll sing Thy power to save
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| Then in a nobler, sweeter song
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| I’ll sing Thy power to save
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| For sinners plunged beneath that flood
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| Lose all their guilty stains |