Crystal Lewis
There Is a Fountain
There is a fountainFilled with blood drawn from Emmanuel's veinsAnd sinners plunged, beneath that floodLose all their guilty stainsLose all their guilty stainsLose all their guilty stainsThe dying thief rejoiced to seeThat fountain in his day;And there may I, tho' vile as heWash all my sins awayWash all my sins awayWash all my sins away;And there may I, tho' vile as he,Wash all my sins away.E'er since, by faith, I saw the streamThy flowing wounds supply,Redeeming love has been my theme,And shall be till I dieAnd shall be till I dieAnd shall be till I dieRedeeming love has been my theme,And shall be till I die.
From Letras Mania