Letras
There is a fountain filled with blood
Drawn from Immanuel's veins
And sinners, plunged beneath that flood
Lose all their guilty stains
And sinners, plunged beneath that flood
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 all my sins away
And there may I, though vile as he
Wash all my sins away
What can wash away my sin?
Nothing but the blood of Jesus
What can make me whole again?
Nothing but the blood of Jesus
Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood
Shall never lose its power
Till all the ransomed ones of God
Be saved, to sin no more
Till all the ransomed ones 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
Redeeming love has been my theme
And shall be till I die
What can wash away my sin?
Nothing but the blood of Jesus
What can make me whole again?
Nothing but the blood of Jesus
When this poor lisping, stammering tongue
Lies silent in the grave
Then in a nobler, sweeter song
I'll sing Thy power to save
Then in a nobler, sweeter song
I'll sing Thy power to save
O precious is the flow
That makes me white as snow
No other fount I know
Nothing but the blood of Jesus
O precious is the flow
That makes me white as snow
No other fount I know
Nothing but the blood of Jesus
Nothing but the blood
Nothing but the blood
Nothing but the blood
Nothing but the blood of Jesus