Crystal Lewis

There Is A Fountain

There is a fountain

Filled with blood drawn from Emmanuel's veins

And sinners plunged, beneath that flood

Lose all their guilty stains

The dying thief rejoiced to see

That fountain in his day;

And there may I, tho' vile as he

wash all my sins away

Wash all my sins away

wash all my sins away;

And there may I, tho' vile as he,

wash all my sins away.

E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream

Thy flowing wounds supply,

Redeeming love has been my theme,

and shall be till I die

And shall be till I die

and shall be till I die

Redeeming love has been my theme,

and shall be till I die.