There is a fountain filled with blood Drawn from Emmanuel's veins And sinners plunged beneath that flood Lose all their guilty stains Lose all their guilty stains The dying thief rejoiced to see That fountain in his day And there may I, though vile as he Wash my sins away Wash my sins away This I know, this I know There is nothing but the blood That makes me whole This I know, this I know It's Your blood that washes Whiter than the snow The dying Lamb, Thy precious blood Shall never lose its power Till all the ransomed church of God Saved to sin no more Saved to sin no more This I know, this I know There is nothing but the blood That makes me whole This I know, this I know It's Your blood that washes Whiter than the snow Since, by faith, I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply Redeeming love has been my theme Shall be till I die Shall be till I die This I know, this I know There is nothing but the blood That makes me whole This I know, this I know It's Your blood that washes Whiter than the snow It's Your blood that washes Whiter than the snow It's Your blood that washes Whiter than the snow This I know