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Sunday's Hymn: There Is a Fountain Filled With Blood

I’ve been posting and tweeting from Williiam Cowper hymns lately. This one, which is titled Praise for the Fountain Opened in Olney Hymns, is probably his most well-known. We don’t sing the last two verses anymore—at least they’re not in my hymnals—but I wish we did. 

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 power,
Till all the ransom’d church of God
Be 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.

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 prepared
(Unworthy though I be)
For me a blood-bought free reward,
A golden harp for me!

‘Tis strung and tuned for endless years,
And form’d by power divine,
To sound in God the Father’s ears
No other name but Thine.

There are pages and pages of YouTube videos featuring this hymn. It wasn’t easy, but I’ve finally chose this one by Bob Kauflin to post, but I’ve listed others I liked below.

You’ll appreciate Cowpers’s hymns more if you read (or listen to) this biography by John Piper.

Other hymns, worship songs, sermons etc. posted today:

Have you posted a hymn (or sermon, sermon notes, prayer, etc.) today and I missed it? Let me know by leaving a link in the comments or by contacting me using the contact form linked above, and I’ll add your post to the list.

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Reader Comments (4)

I wish we sang the last two verses, too. As a matter of fact, I wish we sang the hymn, period.

You were born in Tennessee? I've probably read that before, but I forgot. Kindred spirits---my family moved there when I was two and we lived there until I was fifteen. I still have some Tennessee in me. :-)

February 26, 2012 | Unregistered Commenterrosemary

That Celtic version was just beautiful.

February 26, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterKim Shay

Loved this version by Bob Kauflin too, Rebecca. Hallelujah!

February 26, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterDiane


I left Tennessee when I was 2. We probably just missed each other. :)

February 27, 2012 | Unregistered Commenterrebecca

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