There is a Fountain

for some reason this old hymn came to me today.
what amazing words...

There Is a Fountain
by Will­iam Cow­per

1
There is a fountain filled with blood
drawn from Emmanuel'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
Lord, I believe Thou hast prepared,
Unworthy though I be,
For me a blood-bought, free reward
A golden harp for me!
A golden harp for me!
A golden harp for me!
For me a blood-bought, free reward
A golden harp for me!

6
’Tis strung, and tuned, for endless years,
And formed by pow’r divine;
To sound, in God the Father’s ears,
No other name but Thine.
No other name but Thine.
No other name but Thine.
To sound, in God the Father’s ears,
No other name but Thine.

7
There in a nobler, sweeter song,
I'll sing thy power to save,
when this poor lisping, stamm'ring tongue
Is ransomed from the grave,
Is ransomed from the grave,
Is ransomed from the grave,
when this poor lisping, stamm'ring tongue
Is ransomed from the grave.