There is a fountain filled with blood Drawn from Immanuel's veins And sinners, plunged beneath that flood Lose all their guilty stains The dying thief rejoiced to see that fountain in his day And there have I, though vile, vile as he, washed all my sins away Washed all my sins away, washed them all away, washed them all away Washed all my sins away, washed them all away, every spot and every blemish And there may I, though vile as he, washed all my sins, washed all my sins Washed, washed all my sins, washed all my sins, my sins Washed all, oh Jesus, I've got to have my sins washed away Washed all of them away Away