P.o.t.W.

There is a Fountain

Hymn, William Cowper, 1731-1800

to an Early American Melody

There is a fountain filled with Love

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 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.

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.