32 HAMPTON HYMNAL,
[Fountain C. M.J
37 Zech. 13: 1. Coivper. 1773
1 There is a fountain filled with blood,
Drawn from Immanuel's vein;
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.
3 Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood
Shall never lose its power,
Till all the ransomed church of God
Are saved, to sin no more.
4 E're since, by faith, I saw the stream
Thy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme.
And shall be, till I die.
5 Then in a nobler, sweeter song,
I'll sing thy power to save,
When this poor lisping, stammering tongue
Lies silent in the grave.