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1 There is a foun-tain filled with blood Drawn from Im-man-uel’s veins;
2 The dy-ing thief re-joiced to see That foun-tain in His day;
3 Dear dy-ing Lamb, Thy pre-cious blood Shall nev-er lose its pow'r
4 E'er since by faith I saw the stream Thy flow-ing wounds sup-ply,
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1 And sinners, plunged be-neath that flood, Lose all their guilt-y stains:
2 And there may I, though vile as he, Wash all my sins a - way;
3 Till all the ran-somed church of God Be saved to sin no more;
4 Re -deem- ing love has been my theme, And shall be till I die;
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1 Lose all their guilt-y stains, Lose all their guilt-y stains;
2 Wash all my sins a-way, Wash all my sins a - way;
3 Be saved to sin no more, Be saved to sin no more;
4 And shall be till I die, And shall be till I die;
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1 And sinners, plunged be-neath that flood, Lose all their guilt-y stains.
2 And there may I, though vile as he, Wash all my sins a - way.
3 Till all the ran-somed church of God Be saved to sin no more.
4 Re -deem- ing love has been my theme, And shall be till I die.