1 There is a fountain filled with blood
Drawn from Immanuel's veins,
And sinners plunged beneath that flood
Lose all their guilty stains.

Chorus:
O whosoever will, let him come, let him come,
O whosoever will, let him come;
O whosoever will, let him come, let him come
and drink of the water of life.

2 The dying thief rejoiced to see
That fountain in his day;
And there may I, tho' vile as he,
Wash all my sins away. [Chorus]

3 E'er since by faith I saw the stream
Thy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme,
And shall be till I die. [Chorus]

4 Then in a nobler, sweeter song,
I'll sing Thy pow'r to save.
When this poor lisping, stamm'ring tongue
Lies silent in the grave. [Chorus]