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1 ThereG is a foun-tain filCled with bloGod Drawn from Im-man-uelâ?D?™s veins; 2 The dy-ing thief re-joiced to see That foun-tain in His day; 3 Dear dy-ing Lamb, Thy pre-cious blood Shall nev-er lose its pow'r 4 E'er since by faith I saw the stream Thy flow-ing wounds sup-ply,
1 And sGinners, plunged be-Cneath that fGlood, Lose all their guiDlt-y stGains: 2 And there may I, though vile as he, Wash all my sins a - way; 3 Till all the ran-somed church of God Be saved to sin no more; 4 Re -deem- ing love has been my theme, And shall be till I die;
1 Lose Gall their guilt-y Cstains, LosGe all their guilt-y Dstains; 2 Wash all my sins a-way, Wash all my sins a - way; 3 Be saved to sin no more, Be saved to sin no more; 4 And shall be till I die, And shall be till I die;
1 And sGinners, plunged be-Cneath that fGlood, Lose all their guiDlt-y stGains. 2 And there may I, though vile as he, Wash all my sins a - way. 3 Till all the ran-somed church of God Be saved to sin no more. 4 Re -deem- ing love has been my theme, And shall be till I die.