|Location in The Sacred Harp|
There is a fountain fill’d with blood,
Drawn from Emmanuel’s veins;
And sinners plung’d beneath that flood,
Lose all their guilty stains.
The Fountain of Life 46, Stanza 1
The dying thief rejoic’d to see
That fountain in his day,
And there have I, as vile as he,
Wash’d all my sins away.
The Fountain of Life 46, Stanza 2
Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood
Shall never lose its pow’r,
Till all the ransom’d church of God,
Be sav’d to sin no more.
’Ere 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 pow’r to save,
When this poor lisping stammering tongue
Lies silent in the grave.
The Fountain of Life 46, Stanza 3
Lord I believe thou hast prepar’d
(Unworthy tho’ I be)
For me a blood bought free reward,
A golden harp for me.
’Tis strung, and tun’d for endless years,
And form’d by pow’r divine,
To sound in God the Father’s ears,
No other name but thine.