by Vestal Goodman and the Gaithers There is a fountain filled with blood Drawn from Emanuel'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. Ever since by faith I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming love has been my plea And shall be till I die. And shall be till I die And shall be till I die. And shall be till I die. Redeeming love shall be my plea And shall be till I die.
