There [G]is a fountain [C]filled with [G]blood Drawn from Immanuel’s [D]veins; And [G]sinners, plunged be[C]neath that [G]flood, Lose [C]all their guilty [G]stains: Lose [G]all their guilty [C]stains, Lose [G]all their guilty [D]stains; And [G]sinners, plunged be[C]neath that [G]flood, Lose [C]all their [D]guilty [G]stains. Em-C-G x2 The [G]dying thief [C]rejoiced to [G]see That fountain in his [D]day; And [G]there may I, though [C]vile as [G]he, Wash [C]all my [D]sins [G]away: Wash [G]all my sins [C]away, Wash [G]all my sins [D]away; And [G]there may I, though [C]vile as [G]he, Wash [C]all my [D]sins [G]away. Dear [G]dying Lamb, Thy [C]precious [G]blood Shall never lose its [D]power, Till [G]all the ransomed [C]ones of [G]God Be [C]saved, to [D]sin no [G]more: Be [G]saved, to sin no [C]more, Be [G]saved, to sin no [D]more; Till [G]all the ransomed [C]ones of [G]God, Be [C]saved to [D]sin no [G]more. E’er [G]since by faith I [C]saw the [G]stream Thy flowing wounds [D]supply, Re[G]deeming love has [C]been my [G]theme, And [C]shall be [D]till I [G]die: And [G]shall be till I [C]die, And [G]shall be till I [D]die; Re[G]deeming love has [C]been my [G]theme, And [C]shall be [D]till I [G]die. When [G]this poor lisping, [C]stammering [G]tongue Lies silent in the [D]grave, Then [G]in a nobler, [C]sweeter [G]song, I’ll [C]sing Thy [D]power to [G]save: I’ll [G]sing Thy power to [C]save, I’ll [G]sing Thy power to [D]save; Then [G]in a nobler, [C]sweeter [G]song, I’ll [C]sing Thy [D]power to [G]save: