There is a fountain fill'd with blood, <br />Drawn from Emmanuel's veins; <br />And sinners, plunged beneath that flood, <br />Lose all their guilty stains. <br /> <br />The dying thief rejoiced to see <br />That fountain in his day; <br />And there have I, as vile as he, <br />Wash'd all my sins away. <br /> <br />Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood <br />Shall never lose its power, <br />Till all the ransom'd church of God <br />Be saved, to sin no more. <br /> <br />E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream <br />Thy flowing wounds supply, <br />Redeeming love has been my theme, <br />And shall be till I die. <br /> <br />Then in a nobler, sweeter song, <br />I'll sing Thy power to save; <br />When this poor lisping stammering tongue <br />Lies silent in the grave. <br /> <br />Lord, I believe Thou hast prepared <br />(Unworthy though I be) <br />For me a blood-bought free reward, <br />A golden harp for me! <br /> <br />'Tis strung and tuned for endless years, <br />And form'd by power divine, <br />To sound in God the Father's ears <br />No other name but Thine.<br /><br />William Cowper<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/olney-hymn-15-praise-for-the-fountain-opened/
