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1 |
There is a fountain filled with blood, Drawn from Immanuel's veins, And sinners plunged beneath that flood, Lose all their guilty stains. |
There is a fountain fill'd with blood, Stanza 1 |
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2 |
The dying thief rejoiced to see That fountain in his day; O may I there, tho' vile as he Wash all my sins away. |
There is a fountain fill'd with blood, Stanza 2 |
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3 |
And when this feeble, falt'ring tongue Lies silent in the grave, Then in a nobler, sweeter song, I'll sing His pow'r to save. |
There is a fountain fill'd with blood, Stanza 5 |