Down at the cross where my Savior died,Down where for cleansing from sin I cried,There to my heart was the blood applied;Glory to His Name! Glory to His Name, Glory to His Name:There to my heart was the blood applied;Glory to His Name!I am so wondrously saved from sin,Jesus so sweetly abides within,There at the cross where He took me in;Glory to His Name!Oh, precious fountain that saves from sin..
There is a fountain filled with blood, Drawn from Immanuel’s veins, And sinners plunged beneath that flood 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. Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood Shall never lose its pow’r, Till all the ransomed church of God Are safe, to sin no more. E’er since by f..