There is a fountain filled with blood
drawn from Immanuel’s veins,
and sinners plunged beneath that flood
lose all their guilty stains.
The dying thief rejoiced to see
that fountain in his day;
and there have I, as vile as he,
washed 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.
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.
When this poor lisping, stamm’ring tongue
lies silent in the grave,
then in a nobler sweeter song
I’ll sing Thy pow’r to save.
—William Cowper, 1771
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