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