William Cowper
Verse 1
There is a fountain filled with blood
Drawn from Immanuel’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
Verse 2
The dying thief rejoiced to see
That fountain in His day
And there have I, though vile as he
Washed all my sins away
Washed all my sins away
Washed all my sins away
And there have I, though vile as he
Washed all my sins away
Verse 3
Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood
Shall never lose its pow’r
Till all the ransomed church of God
Are safe, to sin no more
Are safe, to sin no more
Are safe, to sin no more
Till all the ransomed church of God
Are safe, to sin no more
Verse 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
And shall be till I die
And shall be till I die
Redeeming love has been my theme
And shall be till I die
Verse 5
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
I’ll sing Thy pow’r to save
I’ll sing Thy pow’r to save
Then in a nobler, sweeter song
I’ll sing Thy pow’r to save