Hymn 284
There is a fountain fill’d with blood
Meter: C.M. & Ref.
Scripture: Zechariah 13:1
There is a fountain fill’d with blood,
Drawn from Immanuel’s veins;
mpAnd sinners plung’d beneath that flood,
Lose all their guilty stains.
He was wounded for our transgressions,
He was bruised for our iniquities,
The chastisement of our peace was upon Him,
And with His stripes we are healed.
He was wounded for our transgressions,
He was wounded for our transgressions,
And with His stripes we are heal’d,
With His stripes we are heal'd.
The dying thief rejoic'd to see
That fountain in his day;
And there may I, though vile as he,
Wash all my sins away.
Thou dying Lamb; Thy precious blood
Shall never lose its pow’r,
Till all the ransomed Church of God
Be saved to sin no more.
Then in a nobler, sweeter song
I’ll sing Thy pow’r to save,
When this poor, lisping, stamm'ring tongue
Lies silent in the grave.