There is a Fountain!

There is a fountain filled with blood

Drawn from Immanuel's veins;

And sinners, plunged beneath the flood,

Lose all their guilty stains.

The dying thief rejoiced to see

That fountain in his day;

And there have I, though vile as he,

Washed all my sins away.

Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood

Shall never lose its power,

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,

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.

--William Cowper, 1731-1800