Text: | There is a fountain filled with blood |
Author: | W. Cowper |
1. THERE is a fountain filled with blood,
Drawn from Immanuel's veins;
And sinners plunged neath that flood,
Lose all their guilty stains.
2. The dying thief rejoiced to see
That fountain in his day;
And there have I, as vile as he,
Washed all my sins away.
3. Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood
Shall never lose its power,
Till all the ransomed Church of God
Be saved to sin no more.
4. E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream
Thy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme
And shall be, till I die.
5. Then, in a nobler, sweeter song,
I'll sing Thy power to save,
When this poor lisping stammering tongue
Lies silent in the grave.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | There is a fountain filled with blood |
Author: | W. Cowper |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1911 |
Topic: | General Hymns; Redemption and Justification; Lent |