There Gis a fountain fCilled with blood

Drawn Gfrom Emmanuel’s vD/F#eins

And siGnners plunged benCeath that flood

Lose Gall their gD/F#uilty sGtains

Lose Gall their guilty sCtains

Lose Gall their guilty sD/F#tains

And siGnners plunged benCeath that flood

Lose aGll their gD/F#uilty sGtains

The dGying thief rejCoiced to see

That fGountain in his D/F#day

And tGhere have I, though vCile as he

Washed Gall my D/F#sins awGay

Washed aGll my sins aCway

Washed aGll my sins D/F#away

And tGhere have I, though vCile as he

Washed aGll my D/F#sins aGway

Dear dGying Lamb, Thy prCecious blood

Shall nGever lose its pD/F#ower

Till Gall the ransomed cChurch of God

Be sGaved, to D/F#sin no mGore

Be sGaved, to sin no mCore

Be sGaved, to sin no D/F#more

Till Gall the ransomed cChurch of God

Be sGaved, to D/F#sin no mGore

E’er sGince by faith I Csaw the stream

Thy fGlowing wounds sD/F#upply

ReGdeeming love has bCeen my theme

And sGhall be D/F#till I dGie

And sGhall be till I Cdie

And sGhall be till I D/F#die

RedGeeming love has bCeen my theme

And sGhall beD/F# till I dGie