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