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There is a fountain filled with blood drawn from Immanuel's veins.
and sinners plunged beneath that flood loose all their guilty stains
The dying thief rejoiced to see that fountain in his day.
and there may I though vile as he wash all my sins away
Dear dying Lamb thy precious blood shall never lose its power
Till all the ransomed Church of God be saved to sin no more
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
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