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There Is a Fountain filled with Blood
William Cowper, 1771
Lowell Mason, 1830

There is a fountain filled with blood drawn from Emmanuel'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.

The dying thief rejoiced to see that fountain in his day;
And there may I, though bile 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.

Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood shall never lose its pow'r
Till all the ransomed Church of God be saved, to sin no more.
Be saved, to sin no more, Be saved, to sin no more;
Till all the ransomed Church of God be saved, to sin no more.

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 hs been my theme, and shall be till I die.

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.