Hymn/Song Information

There's a fountain opened in the house

There’s a fountain opened
in the house of God,
Where the vilest of sinners may go,
And all test the power
of the crimson flood,
Of the blood that makes
whiter than snow.

Praise the Lord, I am washed
In the all-cleansing blood of the Lamb,
And my robes are whiter
than the driven snow,
I am washed in the blood of the Lamb.

When that fount was opened
in the Savior’s side,
How the thief did rejoice in that day!
And when dying,
“Lord, remember me,” he cried,
Oh, the blood washed his sins all away.

Praise the Lord, I am washed
In the all-cleansing blood of the Lamb,
And my robes are whiter
than the driven snow,
I am washed in the blood of the Lamb.

“Will you come and reason,”
saith the Lord, “with Me;
Though your sins red
like crimson do glow,
And if dyed with scarlet stains
your heart may be,
I will make it as white as the snow.”

Praise the Lord, I am washed
In the all-cleansing blood of the Lamb,
And my robes are whiter
than the driven snow,
I am washed in the blood of the Lamb.

Yes, a broken spirit
and a contrite heart
Thou wilt never despise,
O my God!
But wilt fully cleanse it now
in every part,
Till I’m whiter than snow by the blood.

Praise the Lord, I am washed
In the all-cleansing blood of the Lamb,
And my robes are whiter
than the driven snow,
I am washed in the blood of the Lamb.

I have overcome now
by the blood of the Lamb,
And I’m clothed
in my raiment so white;
And I’m on my journey
to that glorious land,
Where forever I’ll dwell in the light.

Praise the Lord, I am washed
In the all-cleansing blood of the Lamb,
And my robes are whiter
than the driven snow,
I am washed in the blood of the Lamb.

What are these in spotless robes
and whence came they,
As they’re singing with palms
in their hands?
These through tribulation
gained the victory,
Having washed in
the blood of the Lamb.

Praise the Lord, I am washed
In the all-cleansing blood of the Lamb,
And my robes are whiter
than the driven snow,
I am washed in the blood of the Lamb.