Album: My Story, My Song
There is a fountain filled with blood
drawn from Emmanuel's veins;
And sinners plunged beneath that flood
lose all their guilty stains.
Lose all their guilty stains,
lose all their guilty stains;
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.
Wash all my sins away,
wash all my sins away;
And there may I, though vile as he,
wash all my sins away.
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