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There is a fountain filled with blood drawn from




There is a fountain filled with blood
drawn from Emmanuels 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, though 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.


Eer since, by faith, I saw the stream
Thy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme,
and shall be till I die.


And when this lisping, stam'ring tongue
Lies silent in the grave
Then, in a nobler, sweeter song
I'll sing thy power to save.


Then in a nobler, sweeter song,
Ill sing Thy power 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.


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


---Alternative verses---


The dying thief rejoiced to see
that fountain in his day;
And there may those, as vile as he,
wash all their sins away.


The dying thief rejoiced to see
That fountain in his day;
And may I there, though vile as he,
Wash all my sins away.


O dying Lamb, Thy precious blood
shall never lose its power
Till all the ransomed church of God
be saved, to sin no more.


Thou dying Lamb, thy precious blood
Shall never lose its powr,
Till all the ransomed church of God
Are saved to sin no more.


Eer since, by faith, we saw that stream
Our life and hope supply,
Redeeming love has been our theme,
and shall be till we die.


Soon in a nobler, sweeter song,
Ill sing Thy power to save,
And with the heavenly,
blood-bought throng
My palm if victory wave.


Then in sublimer, sweeter songs,
Well sing Thy power to save,
When these poor lisping, stammering tongue
lie silent in the grave.


Since first, by faith, I saw the stream
Thy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme,
and shall be till I die.


And when this feeble, stammering tongue
Lies silent in the grave,
Then in a nobler, sweeter song
I'll sing Thy power to save.


And when this feeble, faltering tongue
Lies silent in the grave,
Then in a nobler, sweeter song
Ill sing thy power to save.


And when this feeble, stammering tongue
Lies silent in the grave,
Then in a nobler, sweeter song
Ill sing thy power to save.

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LYRICS
Meter: 8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
Writer(s):
    Trans/Adapted:
      Dates: 1771
      Bible Refs: Zech 13:1;
      MUSIC
      Name: COWPER
      Meter: 8 6 8 6 6
      Writer(s):
        Dates:
        SCORE PREVIEW
        score
        ALTERNATIVE TUNES
        Name meter
        8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
        8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
        8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
        8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
        8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
        8 6 8 6 D (D.C.M.)
        8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
        8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
        8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
        8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
        8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
        8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
        8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
        8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
        8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
        8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
        8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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