There is a fountain filled with blood
      Drawn from Emmanuel's veins;

Zechariah 13:1

There is a fountain filled with blood
      Drawn from Emmanuel'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 power,
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.

Then in a nobler, sweeter song,
      I'll sing thy pow'r to save;
When this poor lisping, stammering tongue
      Lies silent in the grave.

Lord, I believe thou hast prepared
      (Unworthy though I be)
For me a blood-bought free reward,
      A golden harp for me!

'Tis strung, and tuned, for endless years,
      And formed by power divine,
To sound in God the Father's ears
      No other name but thine.

~ William Cowper

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