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.
