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79. There is a fountain filled with blood
Hymn 79
There is a fountain filled with blood Drawn from EMMANUEL’S veins; And sinners, plunged beneath that flood, Loose all their guilty stains.
The dying thief rejoiced to see That fountain in his day; And there have I, as vile as he, Washed all my sins away.
Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood Shall never lose its pow’r; Till all the ransomed church of God Be saved, to sin no more.
E’er since, by faith, I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply: love has been my theme, And shall be till I die.
Then in a nobler sweeter song I’ll sing thy pow’r to save When this poor lisping stamm’ring tongue Lies silent in the grave.
Lord, I believe thou hast prepared (Unworthy though I be) For me a blood–bought free reward, A golden harp for me!
’Tis strung, and tuned, for endless years, And formed by pow’r divine; To sound, in God the Father’s ears, No other name but thine.