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1 There is a foun-tain filled with blood Drawn from Im-man-uelâ??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.