Poem by William Cowper

Olney Hymn 15. Praise for the Fountain Opened

    (Zechariah, xiii.1)

    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. 

1. Olney Hymn 18. Lovest Thou Me?
2. Olney Hymn 28. Jesus Hasting to Suffer
3. Olney Hymn 44. On Opening a Place for Social Prayer
4. Olney Hymn 32. The Shining Light
5. Olney Hymn 37. Temptation

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