There Is a Fountain Filled with Blood

by William Cowper

Early American Tune arranged by Garry Nation

One of my favorite hymns, perhaps my very favorite, is There Is a Fountain Filled with Blood by the troubled but profoundly gifted poet William Cowper. This is a live performance from...well...a few years ago.

My grandma passed on to me a memory she had of her grandfather, an old Civil War veteran and prison camp survivor, quietly singing this hymn always before bedtime - especially the final verse.

There is a fountain filled with blood

Drawn from Immanuel's veins,

And sinners plunged beneath that flood,

Loose 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.

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.

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.

When this poor lisping, stammering tongue

Lies silent in the grave,

Then in a nobler, sweeter song

I'll sing Thy pow'r to save.