Verse 1
There is a fountain filled with blood
Drawn from Immanuel's veins;
And sinners, plunged beneath that flood,
Lose all their guilty stains:

Chorus
He was wounded for our transgressions,
He was bruised for our iniquites,
The chastisement of our peace was upon Him,
And with His stripes we are heal'd

He was wounded for our transgressions,
He was wounded for our transgressions,
And with His stripes we are heal'd,
With His stripes we are heal'd.

Verse 2
The dying thief rejoiced to see
That fountain in his day;
And there may I, though vile as he,
Wash all my sins away:

Chorus
He was wounded for our transgressions,
He was bruised for our iniquites,
The chastisement of our peace was upon Him,
And with His stripes we are heal'd

He was wounded for our transgressions,
He was wounded for our transgressions,
And with His stripes we are heal'd,
With His stripes we are heal'd.

Verse 3
Thou dying Lamb, Thy precious blood
Shall never lose its power
Till all the ransomed church of God
Be saved, to sin no more:

Chorus
He was wounded for our transgressions,
He was bruised for our iniquites,
The chastisement of our peace was upon Him,
And with His stripes we are heal'd

He was wounded for our transgressions,
He was wounded for our transgressions,
And with His stripes we are heal'd,
With His stripes we are heal'd.

Verse 4
Then in a nobler, sweeter song
I'll sing Thy pow'r to save:
When this poor, lisping, stamm'ring tongue.
Lies silent in the grave.

Chorus
He was wounded for our transgressions,
He was bruised for our iniquites,
The chastisement of our peace was upon Him,
And with His stripes we are heal'd

He was wounded for our transgressions,
He was wounded for our transgressions,
And with His stripes we are heal'd,
With His stripes we are heal'd.