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39. There Is a Fountain

1 There is a fountain filled with blood
Drawn from Immanuel’s veins;
And sinners, plunged beneath that flood,
Lose all their guilty stains:
Lose all their guilty stains,
Lose all their guilty stains;
And sinners, plunged beneath that flood,
Lose all their guilty stains.

2 The dying thief rejoiced to see
That fountain in his day;
And there may I, though vile as he,
Wash all my sins away:
Wash all my sins away,
Wash all my sins away;
And there may I, though vile as he,
Wash all my sins away

3 Thou dying Lamb, Thy precious blood
Shall never lose its pow’r;
Till all the ransomed Church of God
Are saved, to sin no more:
Are saved, to sin no more,
Are saved to sin no more;
Till all the ransomed Church of God
Are 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:
And shall be till I die,
And shall be till I die,
Redeeming love has been my theme,
And shall be till I die.

5 Then in a nobler, sweeter song,
I’ll sing Thy pow’r to save;
When this poor, lisping stamm’ring tongue
Lies silent in the grave:
Lies silent in the grave,
Lies silent in the grave;
When this poor lisping, stamm’ring tongue
Lies silent in the grave.

Text Information
First Line: There is a fountain filled with blood
Title: There Is a Fountain
Author: William Cowper (1731-1800)
Publication Date: 1993
Topic: Lent and Holy Week
Language: English
Tune Information
Name: [There is a fountain filled with blood]
Arranger: Lowell Mason (1792-1872)
Key: C Major
Source: American melody



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