G                  C           G                          D
There is a foun-tain filled with blood Drawn from Im-man-uel’s veins;
     G                  C           G                       D      G
And sinners, plunged be-neath that flood, Lose all their guilt-y stains
     G          D       C          G                   D
Lose all their guilt-y stains, Lose all their guilt-y stains;
     G                  C           G                       D      G
And sinners, plunged be-neath that flood, Lose all their guilt-y stains.

[Verse 2]
      G                  C           G                          D
The  dy-ing  thief  re-joiced  to  see  That  foun-tain  in  His day;
     G                  C           G                       D      G
And there may I, though vile   as   he,  Wash  all my     sins  a - way;
     G          D       C          G                   D
Wash all my   sins    a-way,  Wash  all  my   sins   a - way;
     G                  C           G                       D      G
And there may I, though vile   as   he,   Wash  all    my sins a  - way.

[Verse 3]
      G                  C           G                          D
Dear dy-ing Lamb, Thy pre-cious   blood Shall nev-er  lose  its pow'r
     G                  C           G                       D      G
Till all the ran-somed church of   God   Be   saved    to  sin  no more;
     G          D       C          G                   D
Be saved to sin  no   more,  Be  saved  to   sin   no   more;
     G                  C           G                       D      G
Till all the ran-somed church  of  God  Be   saved   to    sin  no more

[Verse 4]
      G                  C           G                          D
E'er since by faith  I  saw the  stream  Thy flow-ing wounds sup-ply,
     G                  C           G                       D      G
Re -deem- ing love has been  my   theme,  And  shall  be   till  I  die;
     G          D       C          G                   D
And  shall  be  till  I die,  And  shall  be  till  I    die;
     G                  C           G                       D      G
Re -deem- ing love has been  my   theme,  And  shall  be   till  I  die

[Verse 5]
      G                  C           G                          D
When this poor, lisping, stamm’ring tongue Lies silent in the grave,
     G                  C           G                       D      G
Then in a nobler, sweeter song,   I’ll sing           Thy pow’r to save.
     G          D       C          G                   D
I’ll sing Thy pow’r to save,  I’ll sing Thy pow’r to save.
     G                  C           G                       D      G
Then in a nobler, sweeter song,   I’ll sing           Thy pow’r to save.