There is a Fountain

There is a fountain filled with blood drawn from Immanuel'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 vile as he, wash all my sins away.

Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood will never lose its power,
Until the ransomed church of God be saved to sin no more.

E'er since by faith I saw the stream thy flowing wounds supply
Redeeming love has been my theme and shall be til I die.

When this poor lisping stammering tongue lies silent in the grave
Then in a nobler, sweeter song I'll sing they power to save.

"There is a Fountain" by William Cowper