|Stanza||Poetry Source by First Line|
There is a fountain filled with blood,
Drawn from Immanuel’s veins,
And sinners plunged beneath that flood,
Lose all their guilty stains.
There is a fountain fill’d with blood, Stanza 1
The dying thief rejoiced to see
That fountain in his day;
O may I there, tho’ vile as he
Wash all my sins away.
There is a fountain fill’d with blood, Stanza 2
And when this feeble, falt’ring tongue
Lies silent in the grave,
Then in a nobler, sweeter song,
I’ll sing His pow’r to save.
There is a fountain fill’d with blood, Stanza 5