Hay Una Fuente
Crystal Lewis
There's a Fountain
There's a precious spring of Emmanuel's blood
That purifies everyone who immerses themselves in it
The criminal turned, hanging on a cross
He saw the fountain and washed himself believing in Jesus
Believing in Jesus, Believing in Jesus
He saw the fountain and washed himself believing in Jesus
And I, too, my poor self managed to wash there
The glory of his great power I rejoice in exalting
I rejoice in exalting, I rejoice in exalting
The glory of his great power I rejoice in exalting
