Drawn from Emmanuel's veins;
And sinners plunged beneath that flood
Lose all their guilty stains.
They dying thief rejoiced to see
That fountain in his day;
And there may i, though vile as he,
Wash all my sins away.
Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood
Shall never lose its power
'Til all the ransomed church of God
Be saved to sin no more.
E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream
Thy flowing wounds suplly,
Redeeming love has been my theme,
And shall be 'til I die.
What a beautiful hymn that so beautifully exudes our wonderful Savior.
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