PRAISE FOR THE FOUNTAIN OPENED
There is a fountain fill’d with blood,
Drawn from EMMANUEL’S veins;
And sinners, plunged beneath that flood,
Lose all their guilty stains.
The dying thief rejoiced to see
That fountain in his day;
And there have I, as vile as he,
Wash’d all my sins away.
Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood
Shall never lose its pow’r;
Till all the ransom’d church of GOD
Be sav’d, 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.
Then in a nobler, sweeter song,
I’ll sing Thy power to save;
When this poor lisping stammering tongue
Lies silent in the grave.
LORD, I believe Thou hast prepar’d
(Unworthy tho’ I be)
For me a blood-bought free reward,
A golden harp for me!
‘Tis strung and tun’d for endless years,
And form’d by pow’r divine;
To sound in GOD the Father’s ears
No other name but Thine.
– William Cowper (1731–1800), Poetical Works, p. 442