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~

 ~♥~

~God’s Gracie~

; )

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~ Grace, Grace, and MORE Grace! ~

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The Mercy of God is an Ocean Divine!

The mercy of God is an ocean divine,
A boundless and fathomless flood.
Launch out in the deep, cut away the shore line,
And be lost in the fullness of God.

Launch out, into the deep.
Oh let the shore line go.
Launch out, launch out in the ocean divine,
Out where the full tides flow.

But many, alas! only stand on the shore,
And gaze on the ocean so wide.
They never have ventured its depths to explore,
Or to launch on the fathomless tide.

And others just venture away from the land,
And linger so near to the shore
That the surf and the slime that beat over the strand
Dash o’er them in floods evermore.

Oh, let us launch out on this ocean so broad,
Where floods of salvation o’erflow.
Oh, let us be lost in the mercy of God,
Till the depths of His fullness we know.

~♥~

~God’s Gra-Sea Girl~

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Moved by His Spirit ~ Precious Memories . . . How They Linger!

This morning, I was able to watch a recorded program of the Gaither’s “Precious Memories”.  You see, I had set the the DVR to record the one-hour program last night, and like a giddy girl I couldn’t wait for my Darrell to sit and watch it with me!

While I sat with my loved one, arms entwined, we enjoyed one full hour of nothing but Southern Gospel.  Oh, how I wish our modern day radio stations would embrace these old hymns versus the newer Christian “pop” music that they stream into our cars and homes–which in turn ultimately indelibly imprint our hearts and psyches with the latest fad in rhythms and beats, none of which differ from today’s hip-hop.  Most of the music I hear when tuned in to today’s Christian radio stations sounds JUST LIKE regular secular music.  I can’t stand certain of these newer sounds, so I change the station to the oldies station (yes, secular), or just shut the radio off altogether.

These newer Christian songs we hear today, while all good and well-meaning, nowhere near compare with the Truth and beauty of what lie within these wonderfully written, soul-stirring classic hymns.

These old hymns move one’s soul to the deepest of depths, stirring deep within us all that the Holy Spirit would have for us to soak in.  My heart–LITERALLY and UNEQUIVOCALLY–feels the love of our precious Lord Jesus drowning out every ounce of care in this wicked, fallen world.  Reminding me that He is forever and ever so near to me–living within me.

So moved am I.

My sweetest, dearest love hands me a tissue to capture my tears, as he embraces me everso tightly.  I find myself nowhere near able to control the flow of tears that cry to stream forth in His Glory.

I so enjoy these old hymns.

Precious Memories, indeed!

~gracie~