There Is A Fountain

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

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

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

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

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