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William Cowper - Olney Hymn 15: Praise For The Fountain Opened
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There is a fountain fill`d with blood, 
Drawn from Emmanuel`s veins; 
And sinners, plunged beneath that flood, 
Lose all their guilty stains. 

The dying thief rejoiced to see 
That fountain in his day; 
And there have I, as vile as he, 
Wash`d all my sins away. 

Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood 
Shall never lose its power, 
Till all the ransom`d church of God 
Be saved, to sin no more. 

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. 

Then in a nobler, sweeter song, 
I`ll sing Thy power to save; 
When this poor lisping stammering 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 form`d by power divine, 
To sound in God the Father`s ears 
No other name but Thine.
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