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There Is a Fountain

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121 words changed · 2 stanzas only in SDA Hymnal #336 · tune Cowper → [unclear]

Hymns and Tunes 1886 #384 · 1886SDA Hymnal #336 · 1985

Verse 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.

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.


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 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.


Verse 3

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.

Verse 3

Thou dying Lamb! Thy precious blood
Shall never lose its power,
Till all the ransomed church of God



Are 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 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.


Not in this version

Verse 5

Lord, I believe Thou hast prepared,
Unworthy though I be,
For me a blood-bought, free reward,
A golden harp for me!

Verse 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.
Lies silent in the grave,
Lies silent in the grave;
When this poor lisping, stammering tongue
Lies silent in the grave.

Verse 6

There in a nobler, sweeter song,
I'll sing Thy power to save,
When this poor lisping, stammering tongue



Is ransomed from the grave.

Not in this version

Refrain

Lose all their guilty stains,
Wash all my sins away,
Are saved, to sin no more,
And shall be till I die,
A golden harp for me!
Is ransomed from the grave.