Fountain کے بول

There is a fountain filled with blood drawn from Immanuel's veins And sinners plunged beneath that flood Lose all their guilty stains Lose all their guilty stains Lose all their guilty stains Lose all their guilty stains Lose all their guilty stains The dying thief rejoiced to see that fountain in his day And there have I, though vile as he, washed all my sins away With all my guilty stains Wash all my sins away Wash all my sins away Wash all my sins away Wash all my sins away For since by faith, I saw the stream thy flowing wounds supply Redeeming love has been my theme and shall be till I die