Wolves At The Gate Fountain
There is a fountain filled with blood drawn from Emmanuel's veins.
And sinners plunged beneath that flood
lose all their guilty stains,
lose all their guilty stains,
lose all their guilty stains,
lose all their guilty stains,
lose all their guilty stains.
The dying thief rejoiced to see that fountain in his day.
And there have I, though vile as he, washed all my sins away.
With all my guilty stains.
Washed all my sins away.
Washed all my sins away.
Washed all my sins away.
Washed all my sins away.
Ever since by faith, I saw the stream Your flowing wounds supplied.
Redeeming love has been my theme and shall be till I die
