Songs

There is a fountain filled with blood

181
				C.M.

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 may 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.

									W. Cowper