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There is a fountain filled with blood drawn from Immanuel'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 may I, though vile as he, wash all my sins away.
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Wash all my sins away, wash all my sins away.
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And there may I, thought vile as he, wash 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.
Text: William Cowper Music: Traditional American melody
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