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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.
2 The dying thief rejoiced to see
That fountain in his day,
And there do I, though vile as he,
Wash all my sins away;
Wash all my sins away,
Wash all my sins away;
And there do I, though vile as he,
Wash all my sins away.
3 Thou dying Lamb! Thy precious blood
Shall never lose its power,
Till all the ransomed Church of God
Are saved, to sin no more;
Are saved, to sin no more,
Are saved, to sin no more,
Till all the ransomed Church of God
Are saved, to sin no more.
4 When this poor, lisping, stamm'ring tongue
Lies silent in the grave,
Then, in a nobler, sweeter song
I'll sing Thy power to save;
I'll sing Thy power to save,
I'll sing Thy power to save,
Then, in a nobler, sweeter song,
I'll sing Thy power to save.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | There is a fountain filled with blood |
Title: | There is a fountain |
Publication Date: | 1877 |
Tune Information | |
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Name: | [There is a fountain filled with blood] |
Key: | C Major |