There is a fountain
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Filled with blood drawn from EmmanuelĄŻs veins
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And sinners plunged, beneath that flood
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Lose all their guilty stains
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Lose all their guilty stains
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Lose all their guilty stains
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The dying thief rejoiced to see
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That fountain in his day;
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And there may I, tho' vile as he
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wash all my sins away
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Wash all my sins away
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wash all my sins away;
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And there may I, tho' vile as he,
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wash all my sins away.
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EĄŻer since, by faith, I saw the stream
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Thy flowing wounds supply,
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Redeeming love has been my theme,
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and shall be till I die
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And shall be till I die
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and shall be till I die
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Redeeming love has been my theme,
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and shall be till I die.
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There Is a Fountain
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| Crystal Lewis |
