The Fountain of Life

Lyrics

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;
O may I there, tho’ vile as he
Wash all my sins away.

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.