Hay Una Fuente

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