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, though veil as he   wash all my sins away      the dying lamb, thy precious blood   shall never lose its power   til all the ransomed church of God   be saved to sin no more      e'er since the day i saw a stream   thy flowing wounds supply   redeeming love has been my theme   and shall be til i die