- THERE IS A FOUNTAIN - 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.

There Is a 

Fountain

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William Cowper

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PasK3ZFAOPEGaitherVEVO

Official video for “There Is a Fountain [Live]” feat. Vestal Goodman

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Po8qDVlvFgoGaitherVEVO

Official video for “There Is a Fountain [Live]” feat. David Phelps

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b25-LJjrGQANortonHallSouthernSeminary

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xMcG0JclK-ASelahMeganFroese

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z1WRt1Ag5gIUltimateTracksRodneyMusgrave 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qH5u7UuzDycSelahTotalDeadEnd

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9ONlV6K-uL0StephanieDawnandJohnLomacang

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QBYKVLocIq0AustinStoneScottBacher

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=roArM2ldIZ0SelahMeganHaug

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bo3p2DgvXpELighthouseQuartetDanielWelcher

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x3qebDnoaFQTheHymnClub

lyrics 

1 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.

2  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.

3 Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood
Shall never lose its pow'r,
Till all the ransomed Church of God
Be saved, to sin no more:
Be saved, to sin no more,
Be saved, to sin no more;
Till all the ransomed Church of God Be saved to sin no more.

4 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.

5 When this poor lisping, stamm'ring tongue
Lies silent in the grave,
Then in a nobler, sweeter song
I'll sing Thy pow'r to save:
I'll sing Thy pow'r to save,
I'll sing Thy pow'r to save;
then in a nobler, sweeter song
I'll sing Thy pow'r to save.