| There is a fountain filled with blood
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| Drawn from Emmanuel’s veins
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| And sinner’s plunge 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 plunge beneath that flood
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| Lose all their guilty stains
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| The dying thief rejoiced to see
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| That fountain in his day
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| And there have I, though vile as he
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| Washed all my sins away
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| Washed all my sins away
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| Washed all my sins away
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| And there have I, though vile as he
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| Washed all my sins away
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| Ever 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 'till I die
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| And shall be 'till I die
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| And shall be 'till I die
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| Redeeming love has been my theme
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| And shall be 'till I die |