| There is a fountain filled with blood drawn from Emmanuel’s veins;
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| And sinners plunged beneath that flood lose all their guilty stains.
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| Lose all their guilty stains, lose all their guilty stains;
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| And sinners plunged beneath that flood lose all their guilty stains.
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| The dying thief rejoiced to see that fountain in his day;
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| And there have I, though vile as he, washed all my sins away.
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| Washed all my sins away, washed all my sins away;
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| And there have I, though vile as he, washed all my sins away.
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| Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood shall never lose its power
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| Till all the ransomed church of God be saved, to sin no more.
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| Be saved, to sin no more, be saved, to sin no more;
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| Till all the ransomed church of God be saved, to sin no more.
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| E’er since, by faith, I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply,
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| Redeeming love has been my theme, and shall be till I die.
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| And shall be till I die, and shall be till I die;
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| Redeeming love has been my theme, and shall be till I die.
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| Then in a nobler, sweeter song, I’ll sing Thy power to save,
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| When this poor lisping, stammering tongue lies silent in the grave.
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| Lies silent in the grave, lies silent in the grave;
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| When this poor lisping, stammering tongue lies silent in the grave.
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| Lord, I believe Thou hast prepared, unworthy though I be,
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| For me a blood bought free reward, a golden harp for me!
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| 'Tis strung and tuned for endless years, and formed by power divine,
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| To sound in God the Father’s ears no other name but Thine. |