There Is A Fountain Filled With Blood

As I sat in church one Sunday morning, under the teaching of  Charles Carrin, he shared aloud these touching words, and I will never, ever, ever forget the surge of emotions that ran deeply through my soul.  His eyes welled up with tears (as did mine) while he recited aloud with such deep, sincere conviction, the words to William Cowper’s poem/hymn, “There is a Fountain Filled with Blood”.

He described  with passionate detail of our wonderful Saviour’s selfless act and gift of love, mercy, and grace.  It was for our redemption that He went to die on that cross; and, it was for our crimson-stained sins.  ~ Forgiveness was the name of the game.

I’ve since been fascinated with the life of William Cowper.  He was a godly man who, like so many of us, suffered with deep bouts of depression, but like us, never gave up, nor lost sight of who God was to him, and who God is–the great I AM! ~ AMEN.

There is a fountain filled with blood drawn from Emmanuel’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 power
Till all the ransomed church of God be saved, to sin no more.
Be saved, to sin no more, be saved, to sin no more;
Till all the ransomed 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.
And shall be till I die, and shall be till I die;
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.
Lies silent in the grave, lies silent in the grave;
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 formed by power divine,
To sound in God the Father’s ears no other name but Thine.

~ William Cowper

In that day there shall be a fountain opened to the house of David and to the inhabitants of Jerusalem for sin and for uncleanness.

~Zechariah 13:1~

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~God’s Gracie~

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~ Grace, Grace, and MORE Grace! ~