W. Cowper

C.M.D.

THERE is a fountain filled with blood,

Drawn from Immanuel’s veins;

And sinners plunged beneath that flood

Lose all their guilty stains.

I do believe, I will believe

That Jesus died for me;

That on the cross He shed His blood,

From sin to set me free.

2

The dying thief rejoiced to see

That fountain in his day,

And there have I, though vile as he,

Washed all my sins away.

3

Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood

Shall never lose its power,

Till all the ransomed Church 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.

5

Then, in a nobler, sweeter song,

I’ll sing Thy power to save,

When this poor lisping, stammering tongue

Lies silent in the grave.