There’s a fount­ain for the cleans­ing of the soul,
Where the wick­ed wash away their sin and shame;
Where the heart can be for ev­er­more made whole,
And lose all its guil­ty stains.

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There’s a fount­ain flow­ing for me;
There’s a fount­ain flow­ing so free;
’Tis the pre­cious blood of Jesus,
Which was shed on Calvary;
There’s a fount­ain flow­ing for me.

For the heal­ing of the na­tions is its flow;
Come, ye mill­ions, plunge in­to the crim­son tide;
O the pre­cious blood will cleanse you as you go,
And you will be sa­tis­fied.

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While the fount­ain’s stand­ing op­en, heed the cry,
Whosoever will may come in­to the flood;
Plunge, O plunge in­to the fount­ain ere you die,
For ’tis filled with Je­sus’ blood.

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