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.
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 may I, though vile as he,
Wash all my sins away:
Wash all my sins away,
Wash all my sins away;
And there may I, though vile as he,
Wash all my sins away.
That fountain in his day;
And there may I, though vile as he,
Wash all my sins away:
Wash all my sins away,
Wash all my sins away;
And there may I, though vile as he,
Wash all my sins away.
3
Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood
Shall never lose its power,
Till all the ransomed ones of God
Be saved, to sin no more:
Be saved, to sin no more,
Be saved, to sin no more;
Till all the ransomed ones of God,
Be saved to sin no more.
Shall never lose its power,
Till all the ransomed ones of God
Be saved, to sin no more:
Be saved, to sin no more,
Be saved, to sin no more;
Till all the ransomed ones of God,
Be saved to sin no more.
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.
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.
5
When this poor lisping, stammering 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.
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.
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Raleigh, NC, United States
Why are the lyrics in the 5th verse out of order? The verse in the hymnal that I have is as follows and has a clearer meaning.
Then in a nobler, sweeter song,
I’ll sing Thy power to save
When this poor lisping, stammering tongue
Lies silent in the grave,
Lies silent in the grave,
Lies silent in the grave,
When this poor lisping, stammering tongue
Lies silent in the grave.
Mansfield, Ohio, United States
I researched the author of the lyrics for this hymn. William Cowper (pronounced Cooper) suffered from severe depression. He struggled with his sin a great deal. I believe even after his conversion. This hymn really brings out the power and hope in the blood. I think this is his experience. It strengthens my faith in the blood and my total redemption.
Kaduna South, Kaduna State, Nigeria
This is indeed a song of hope.... My wife ensured I go through the lyrics and ever since it has become my song in times of despair, Glory to God!!!
My poor lisping tongue indeed! My sin is so deep, but his love is deeper still!
Gulu, Psbo, Uganda
My most loved song it really put me in real family of eternity
London, United Kingdom
With tears in my eyes, I sing in memory of my both parents who sung it with passion. Not missing any detail. To the true neaning of it. Both dead, my memory lingers on. I do see that River. I know it. I just love the thought of that River. Praise be to God!
Nairobi, Kenya
What a powerful song.
Kampala, Uganda
Holy spirit dropped this hymn this morning but I couldn't go past a few lines of the chorus.
Thanks to this site for my search result details
Accra, Ghana
This morning , sitting in my office this song just dropped into mind. Oh such a beautiful and soul touching hymn for the livings.