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About this Hymn
William Cowper (pronounced "Cooper") was a much-beloved and yet tormented literary figure who was hugely respected as a secular poet. His combination of poetic use of language and imagery along with deeply felt emotions is evident in all his greatest hymns, which allows them often to speak to us in profound ways. This hymn has rich, bold imagery; as Elizabeth Cosnett has pointed out, Cowper's point here "was not of gruesome amounts of blood but of boundless mercy."
Lyrics
Verse 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.
Verse 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.
Verse 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.
Verse 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.
Verse 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.
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.
Verse 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.
Verse 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.
Verse 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.
Verse 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.
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Attribution & Copyright
Words: William Cowper, 1772
Music: Lowell Mason, 1831; adapt. Hallowed Songs, 1865
Music: Lowell Mason, 1831; adapt. Hallowed Songs, 1865