There Is a Fountain

There is a fountain filled with blood Drawn from Emmanuel's veins, And sinners plunged beneath the blood Lose all their guilty stains. He is the Son of the living God, He's Jesus Christ the Holy one. And sinners plunged beneath the blood Lose all their guilty stains. When this poor lisping, stammering tongue lies silent in the grave, Then in a nobler, sweeter song, I'll sing Thy pow'r to save. He is the Son of the living God, He's Jesus Christ the Holy one. Then in a nobler, sweeter song, I'll sing Thy pow'r to save.