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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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There is a fountain filled with blood 

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Christian, Encouragement, faith, Music, Praise

There is a fountain filled with blood

There is a fountain filled 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 may I, though vile as he
wash all my sins away!

Dear dying Lamb, Your 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
Your flowing wounds supply,
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 Your power to save!

(William Cowper, 1731-1800)

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