|Text:||There Is a Fountain Filled with Blood|
|Author:||William Cowper, 1731-1800|
|Composer:||Lowell Mason, 1792-1872|
1 There is a fountain filled with blood
Immanuel was slain
And sinners who are washed therein
Lose ev'ry guilty stain,
Lose ev'ry guilty stain.
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,
Washed all my sins away.
3 Dear dying Lamb, your precious blood
Shall never lose its pow'r
Till all the ransomed Church of God
Be saved and sin no more,
Be saved and sin no more.
4 E'er since by faith I saw the stream
Your flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme
And shall be till I die,
And shall be till I die.
5 When this poor lisping, stamm'ring tongue
Lies silent in the grave,
Then in a nobler, sweeter song
I'll sing your pow'r to save,
I'll sing your pow'r to save.
|First Line:||There is a fountain filled with blood|
|Title:||There Is a Fountain Filled with Blood|
|Author:||William Cowper, 1731-1800 (abr., alt.)|