Think About That!
- 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.
- The dying thief rejoiced to see
 That fountain in His day;
 And there have I, though vile as he,
 Washed all my sins away:
 Washed all my sins away,
 Washed all my sins away;
 And there have I, though vile as he,
 Washed all my sins away.
- Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood
 Shall never lose its pow’r,
 Till all the ransomed church of God
 Are saved, to sin no more:
 Are saved, to sin no more,
 Are saved, to sin no more;
 Till all the ransomed church of God
 Are saved, 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:
 And shall be till I die,
 And shall be till I die;
 Redeeming love has been my theme,
 And shall be till I die.
- 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.
- ~ William Cowper
 
 
 
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