There's a fountain filled with blood - Rev. William Branham (song 54)

Lyrics

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;

And sinners plunged beneath the 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 sin away.

Wash all my sin away,

Wash all my sins away;

And there may I, though vile as he,

Wash all my sin away.



44 Oh, don’t you love that good, old fashion sweetness of the Holy…Oh, my. Oh, I just love that.



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Door To The Heart
Rev. William Marrion Branham

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