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There is a fountain |
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Filled with blood drawn from Emmanuel'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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The dying thief rejoiced to see |
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That fountain in his day; |
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And there may I, tho' vile as he |
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Wash all my sins away |
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Wash all my sins away |
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Wash all my sins away; |
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And there may I, tho' vile as he, |
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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. |
