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All is not lost when you are hidden in God

Hope for the hopeless

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.
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.

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.
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.
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.

Hymnwriter:  William  Cowper (1731-1800)

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In the sweet by and by,

There’s a land that is fairer than day,
And by faith we can see it afar;
For the Father waits over the way
To prepare us a dwelling place there.

Refrain:
In the sweet by and by,
We shall meet on that beautiful shore;
In the sweet by and by,
We shall meet on that beautiful shore.
We shall sing on that beautiful shore

The melodious songs of the blessed;
And our spirits shall sorrow no more,
Not a sigh for the blessing of rest.
To our bountiful Father above,
We will offer our tribute of praise
For the glorious gift of His love
And the blessings that hallow our days.

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