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1 There is a fountain filled with blood
Drawn from Immanuel's veins,
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 have I, though 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 | |
|---|---|
| First Line: | There is a fountain filled with blood |
| Meter: | C. M. |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1867 |
| Topic: | Atonement: Praise for the Atonement |
| Notes: | Public Domain. |
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